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Hello, my name is Othen Donald Dale Cummings. My mother had a disabling stroke a few years ago. I began care-giving for mom and we started doing art and writing projects together.
We call these projects "A Pet Banana Production" and they have given my mother hours of joy during her recovery.
This blog is a collection of these projects and also some random stuff we enjoy sharing. We have self published many of the stories and poetry I have written for and with my mother and would love for you to check them out!
Thank you and if you buy one of our books it is very appreciated because every sale helps us immensely!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

A poem today.

I want to write a poem today
Really hard I will think,
So all of my rhymes do link

Pen to paper now I start;
The bird is blue,
And off he flew.


Oh Boy, I’m so proud
It’s coming along fine,
And all the words are mine!

I’ll jot down another;
The dog is tan,
Outside he ran.

Wow, that is really great!
Now I’m letting loose,
Just like the great Seuss!

One more stanza is all I need;
The apple is green,
Just like a lime
Just like a LIME?
Oh, crud
That doesn’t rhyme!
~Othen Donald Dale Cummings

What would it be like to feel again?

A soft gentle tear,
How I wish again you were near

What would it be like to feel again?

So numb inside,
I don’t know how many times I cried

What would it be like to feel again?

Memories so strong,
So hard to believe it’s been so long

What would it be like to feel again?

The raindrops fall,
The sound echoes through the hall

What would it be like to feel again?

I go on my way,
Months fade into years night into day

What would it be like to feel again?

~Othen Donald Dale Cummings

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Fishing Into Potato Salad, It's All The Rage.

Let's go fishing into potato salad, because it's all the rage! You never know what you may find!

The Weirdest Poem I Ever Wrote..

The weirdest poem I have ever wrote
It happened to me the other night
I held my pen and started to write
The words came to my mind
One by one, line by line.
The weirdest poem I have ever wrote
I knew how to begin
But not an idea,
Just how it would end!


~Othen Cummings

Fishing Into Potato Salad

Let’s go fishing into potato salad,
It’s my favorite sport,
Fish into any size you want,
Even inside a quart.


So throw that line right in,
Don’t have any fear,
Fish to the right, fish to the left,
You never know what’s near.

Let’s go fishing into potato salad,
You don’t know what mysteries you may find,
Many different sizes, shapes and colors,
Save some for later, I'm sure mom won't mind!

Fish from the bottom to the top,
You may find something neat,
If you dig down really far,
You could get a special treat!

It doesn't matter if at lunch or dinner,
It's fun for any age,
Let’s go fishing into potato salad,
Because it’s all the rage!

~Othen Cummings