Poetry ~ House Party

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt challenges us to write and Ode to life's simple pleasures. I'm using the irregular ode form. The artist in me enjoys freestyle.  My poem focuses on my new favorite thing - the virtual House Party. I've attended a few with family and friends and enjoy connecting, even if it's virtual. House Party is an app, and like Zoom or other platforms, it allows you to connect with others and even play games together. I'm grateful for technology during these times. Let's all stay connected!
Squares filled with familiar faces;
gathered on-line for a virtual party.
Are you in the house?
Welcome to the twenty-twenty version
of socializing!
Family and friends in virtual spaces
laughing and connecting, 
sipping coffee or vino.
Remember to lock the door
of  your virtual house or risk
unwanted virtual party crashers!
As for virtual party etiquette,
do not rise from your 
chair while in the house lest
your hello kitty pajama
pants fill the screen, much to
party-goers delight!
Let's enjoy staying together, while apart.

Memoir: Chaney

In 1950, Chaney arrived at the
grand-old house on Hampton Street,
deep in the low-country of South Carolina,
to work for my great-grandmother.

In 1960, when my twin sister and I arrived,
our great-grandmother sent Chaney
next door to our grandparent's
home to care for us. 

And there Chaney remained,
year after year.  She cooked
and cleaned and fussed over us as
if we were her own.

She was family and we loved her.

Chaney hummed when she ironed
and starched the sheets.
She made a savory macaroni pie
and perfectly sweet iced tea.

She called me "Miss Suzy."
I simply knew her as "Chaney."
I never knew her last name.
No one did.
Mama said, "No one thought to ask."

And therein lies the pickle of my Southern roots. 
Chaney M. Gruber 1903 – 1975
Digital Art by Sue Viseth
In memory of Chaney, I found her last name by searching the cemetery directory of my hometown. She passed when I was a teenager, but I never knew her age. She will forever be timeless to me.