Pockets

Pockets by debgrant

• Joe Wise, a writer/singer of children’s songs, wrote a song called Pockets which my brain stores in its pockets and pulls out randomly, as brains often do.

  • The song is about a little kid with 5 pockets in his overalls and what he has in his pockets. According to the lyrics, the contents of his pockets is:

    • A nickel from my old uncle Zack, It’s so special, Got a indent on it with a great big buffalo

    • A big bar of peanut butter crunch…been in there for a month or so, I think I better eat it, After lunch

    • 3 marbles, 2 buttons, and some jacks

    • A big brass key to I don’t know where

    • Some seeds I’m gonna plant in the sidewalk, In the cracks

    • My pet frog Harry with a slimy old body, And a couple salty crackers, He can munch

    • A needle and a thread…I’m gonna make a spread for my grandma’s bed and it only ‘otta take about a year or two.

• My friend Mike who died recently worked on rebuilding houses that were damaged in storms. This week I remembered what Mike had in his pockets. He had dog biscuits. He loved his family. He loved his military buddies. He loved his co-workers in disaster response. He loved his neighbors near and far. And he loved dogs. Mike always had dog biscuits in his pockets.

• I love dogs too. I have biscuits in my pockets and seeds. Pistachos are my parrot’s favorite.

• I have a lot of little thingga-ma-bobs like the song goes….in my pockets. I dump my pockets into a shoebox and pull it out from time to time and let the memories dance around.

• I like pockets. I like people who carry dog biscuits in their pockets just in case they happen upon a hungry stray. I like people who have cash at the ready for a tip or a donation - no matter the service or the cause. Pockets are for generosity and memories.

• I will miss my friend, Mike. He was wealthy in all the ways that truly matter. He had room in is pockets and in his heart for those in need.

• May God bless your pockets with tender memories, and songs, and gifts waiting to be given to friends or strangers.

Peace,

deb