Bri Edwards


Cassie ....... [my wife's concern for my health; my young PoemHunter friend (one of them): not related, really; personal; a little humor)


[[I was reading aloud but my wife said “No more”;
no more because I’d admitted my throat was sore.
She filled a tiny glass and said “Gargle with Echinacea”;
and “Stay out of cold office, ...... though the computer might please ya.”

So for now I’m banned from using PoemHunter.com;
sometimes my wife treats me as if she’s really my Mom.
But I loved my Mom and, as a kid, my Mom cared for me,
and I know my wife has good intentions....... to keep me illness-free.]]

NOW for the title-girl, my PoemHunter friend named Cassie.
She’s a young Chinese-American music wonder. What a lassie!
I know I’ve used “lassie” to rhyme with her name before. ... Why not?
I could somehow use “sassy”, or “glassy”, or “chassis” as rhymes, but there aren’t a LOT (of rhymes) .

She lives, according to her, in my Pacific Time Zone.
She practices on her piano, to her increasing-skills hone.
[She’s got a sister, “Allison”, I think younger; they are both home-schooled.]
Cassie says she’s mostly her own teacher, so I guess HER “teacher” can’t be fooled.

She plays her sister’s violin a bit, and plays also, I think, with a pet bird.
I could say she is smarter than I, but that would just be TOO absurd.
She thinks my poems are funny, and I must readily agree.
If Cassie weren’t “just” a PoemHunter friend, we could go for walks and...... I could serve her tea.

(December 8,2013)

Submitted: Thursday, December 19, 2013

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cassie did not pay me to write this. neither did my wife. in fact, my wife sometimes offers me cash to NOT write poems. :) oh, i think i am recovered now from my 'cold'. and i may try my 3 mile walk into the country today, since my wife says she won't let me donate blood until i have survived the revival of my mostly-daily walk past cows and horses near our home.

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  • Shahzia Batool (12/24/2013 12:46:00 AM)

    An enjoyable poem, and some very interesting poets' notes! ! !
    the style of your Title is like a traditional literary poetry GLOSS that offers a pre-reading to the readers, and that itself is self-explanatory, helping the readers to walk on a guided path...a good poem! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/23/2013 10:50:00 PM)

    ...'once you get to know me (through my poems or messaging) you will discover i am irresistible to young and old and in-between of all sexes; even some non-humans like me a lot! '....... What wonderful claims you make of yourself Bri....! !
    ....... Though most of it is pleasant fantasizing.... there is a grain of truth in it, I must admit! I enjoyed Cassy addressing you 'a silly old man'! ! (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (12/21/2013 5:25:00 PM)

    dear readers, i'm wondering if my friend Cassandra, aka Cassie, could have read my mind...........'cause i think when i wrote the poem in my notebook i DID spell chassis as chassie! [now, read HER comment, below] i think my wife's computer caught the misspelling for me. it is not a word i have seen or used often...heck, i rarely have seen it and maybe never written it! ! but the word IS chassis, not chassie. OR, rather than read my mind, does she (also) misspell it in HER mind? bri :)

    AS FOR jay a's question (in his comment) . WELL, there is a friendship developing, as has happened with several other poemhunter friends in a wide age range. and as cassie implies in her comment, she is chatty, as i am.......(i am with someone who is pleasant and interesting and willing and anxious to converse) . maybe because she is home-schooled, she is feeling in more need of human contact? and who wants to always be in contact with a younger sister? [even though Goldheart Bird is a nice girl as well] and her/their parents both work, so there may not be much talking going on there. BESIDES, once you get to know me (through my poems or messaging) you will discover i am irresistible to young and old and in-between of all sexes; even some non-humans like me a lot!
    that is NOT to say, if i weren't married, i wouldn't be otherwise interested were cassie a bit older.......... like 18?
    :) bri (Report) Reply

  • Cassandra Jasmine (12/20/2013 5:52:00 PM)

    Bri, your poems are so funny, I could just tip over my chair giggling.
    Yes, I AM girly.But please, give me a break. You have to be so polite and smiley and everything at home, unless you (I) want my parents yelling at me.
    Chassis huh? I believe you had a little spelling error there. ;) Caught you!
    Tea sounds nice; without the sugar. Of course, it would be nice to give my respects to your little dried-up turtle. Last but not least, I will never forget to bombard you with questions. ;)
    Thanks Bri!
    A ten from me! (Naturally)
    And nope, there isn't; 'something going on'; I simply enjoy the company of this silly old man. Whom, by 'old', I'm saying it affectionately. Salutations! (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden (12/20/2013 3:01:00 PM)

    This is a nice tribute to cassie and also to your wife who deserves a medal in my opinion for putting up with you
    Bri ha ha (Report) Reply

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