funkey munkeys and a poem

I'm playing with some "onesies" -- these are the little shirts, 3 to a package. Since Bryce is due in December, maybe one should have a winter/Christmas theme. Sometimes I have no ideas at all, and sometimes more ideas than I have time for, but these little shirts are fun and well, there should be some burp cloths, too, I suppose.


Karoda and I share a love for this poet and here is one of her poems (via Foxy Art Studio) :

Truth Serum

by Naomi Shihab Nye

We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.

Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,

popped it right in.

That frog song wanting nothing but echo?

We used that.

Stirred it widely. Noticed the clouds while stirring.

Called upon our ancient great aunts and their long slow eyes

of summer. Dropped in their names.

Added a mint leaf now and then

to hearten the broth. Added a note of cheer and worry.

Orange butterfly between the claps of thunder?

Perfect. And once we had it,

had smelled and tasted the fragrant syrup,

placing the pan on a back burner for keeping,

the sorrow lifted in small ways.

We boiled down the lies in another pan till they disappeared.

We washed that pan.