Oma Goes Fishing

While sun slept
Oma stealthily crept

through the front door—
a sly smile sparkling

in blued eyes.
On the way to her favorite river,

inappropriately dressed for the chill
the elderly woman stopped to visit new-found friends.

Surprised by her unexpected
arrival at that wee hour,

the concerned couple sat her down
on their plush sofa

and made a call to tell
of her nightgown

and houseshoes,
unstandard fishing garb.

The uniformed duo arrived,
searched the navy leather tackle box.

Among an old lady's precious lures
was a scrap of paper

with a daughter's phone number.
Escorted home

Oma was delighted to show off
the fresh lawful catch of the day,

one displayed on each arm.
Back in bed, she dreamt

of her latest trophies,
for she knew she was a prized fisherwoman.

Copyright ©2004 by Melanie McConnell