Natasha Parvey’s Poems

As seen in the orginal published Onward Sister story, ‘Natasha Parvey’s Story.’

An image of the formatted poem 'A Lifeguard's Day' by Natasha Parvey. Accessible full text available through the link in the image caption. Permission to use it was granted by Onward Sister, Natasha Parvey.

A Lifeguard’s Day

Little frogs give me dirty pennies,
or wrinkled dollars for hours of fun.
“Please shower,” I tell them.  “Don’t run.”
Tuning out my voice, they hop with calloused feet to the edge,
only to wait for my lips to touch the tarnished whistle.

When I am not looking, some sneak their big, webbed toes into
the ice-blue, chlorinated pond, skimming the surface quickly so I
do not see.  And in strategic positions,
like marathon runners they wait for the smoke of the gun.

I blow my whistle, and all the little frogs jump in.
Kur-plop!  Kur-plop! 
Once in the pond, little frogs croak happily upon their rubber lily
pads.

The vibrant magnet in the sky leaves both the frogs and the
cement both dry.  Happy little frogs lie or leap about in the
soothing water from the sun, for hours and hours of pure fun.

~ Natasha Parvey

My Grandpa, The Actor

Grandpa won the Oscar for best Actor of the Year. 
His best line is, “Don’t You Know?”
But his act doesn’t’ work with me.

Glossy gazes are not rare as he tries to recognize
me and all his other grandkids.
He doesn’t even remember his only daughter; he teases Grandma, we are all his girlfriends.

On bad days, he has no sense of monetary value
And can’t read his once loved Louise L’Mour.
His kids are in denial, but Grandma and I know his disease is playing hide n seek.

~ Natasha Parvey

An image of the formatted poem 'My Grandpa, the Actor' by Natasha Parvey. Accessible full text available through the link in the image caption. Permission to use it was granted by Onward Sister, Natasha Parvey.
An image of the formatted poem 'River of Lies' by Natasha Parvey. Accessible full text available through the link in the image caption. Permission to use it was granted by Onward Sister, Natasha Parvey.

River of Lies

My body like M&M’s melted with his touch,
Every letter he wrote secured more of myheart.
In public I was his “Princess,” and he was my“Pumpkin-Noodle.”

His letters slowly stopped.
The rumors lingered like expensive cologne; I refused to smell.
“We are just friends,” he would say. 
From his lips flowed a River of Lies, “Never would I hurt you like that.”

The first time the back of his hand only grazed my cheek. 
The second time he swung he hit a home run landing his fist on my face.

The river of lies had flooded my mind.  It was his home run not the cheating
that ended this relatioinship.

~ Natasha Parvey