Neville

A Few More Things Remembered

A Few More Things Remembered

 

I doubt I shall ever forget how

she always

closed her eyes in the shower

Yet kept them

Both wide open in the rain ..

But am sure

I will always remember and

treasure

each one of those flowers she

embroidered

and sewed onto the patches

she pinned

to the knees of my torn 501’s

Which by the way

were even more faded than

the lilac and the

cream one’s on my mothers

old pinafore ..

I also remember how funny

it seemed,

 they both smelled so similar

and how I then

thought, if love had a smell,

it would smell of

my lady, fresh from her shower

and small cotton flowers