Love and Warm Toast

Neville

Love and Warm Toast

 

The breeze that blows across the field

Carries the scent of various wild grasses

Feral flowers and the cereal farmer’s gold

 

Later

 

The miller with his cool and calloused fingers

Shall fashion and form

Each golden husk into breakfast

 

Thus

 

Reminding me of my mother as a young woman

Many years ago now but always

Smiling and smelling of love and warm toast

 

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2019 00:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A lovely write N.
    Meanwhile - Doh! I was in the wrong field. All I smelt was manure wafting across on the breeze. heehee.
    Just a fun thing - nothing deep or psychological to read into this, compared to your 'field'.

    • Neville

      thank you

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful feelings Neville. Love and warm toast are so memorable.

      • Neville

        thank you GF60..

      • dusk arising

        A toast in a country bar always takes me back.
        Seldom does the landlord let me back.

        • Neville

          thank you DA

        • Fay Slimm.

          Beautiful........................

          • Neville

            thank you Fay

          • Laura🌻

            Neville,

            A good feeling write wrapped with love!

            The first two stanzas remind me of my great grandparents...
            ...and the last one of my maternal grandmother...
            love and warmth...
            my security blanket!

            ~Laura~


            • Neville

              we all need one of those don't we my friend.... bless ya and truly... Neville

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              Thanks NEVILLE ! A very evocative title and a Perfect Pome ! This week Brother Boris has been touring the Hospitals and telling the Staff & Residents all they need is WARM BUTTERED TOAST ! Personally its a throwback to traditional fare in Public Schools & Oxford Colleges ~ and a bid to save the NHS 95% of its Catering Bill ! However I agree with him *Hot Buttered Toast* is indeed *CIBUS DEI !* TOAST without LOVE is just scorched bread ! Toast is a Generational thing ! WAGS make Toast ~ Mums make BETTER Toast ~ Grannies make the BEST Toast ~ AMEN.

              Blessings & Peace & Granny Toast
              Yours ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡💙🧡💙🧡

              • Neville

                thank you for considering these words the pair of you... Neville

              • Christina8

                A loving and beautiful write Neville....you are in my thoughts at this difficult time...Christina

                • Neville

                  thank you Christina8, you are most kind and of course appreciated too.. N

                  • Christina8

                    My pleasure Neville!

                  • Suresh

                    One can never forget the smell of Mom's love and warm toast.

                    • Neville

                      Darn write my friend... thank you and truly .. Neville

                    • Alta H Mabin

                      Absolutely beautiful. Big hugs and may you find great comfort in all the things, beautiful things about mum that will stay with you forever. Embracing you with love and care, my lovely friend.

                      • Neville

                        and I am struggling to find adequate words to thank you my dear friend and poet...

                        • Alta H Mabin

                          Hugs...



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