At the time it was nothing special
Just a shake of the hand,
Or a clasp on the shoulder.
With friends and family a hug,
With loved ones a kiss on the cheek,
With your lover a kiss on the lips.
But all that is missing now,
Certainly missing for me.
Only me in the house,
Left with memories,
Memories of hugs and kisses.
What many do not realise
Is that touching is a memory,
And in these days
Touching is not allowed.
So many memories
Will not be made,
Made for our future,
From these Strange Times.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you touch somebody it creates a memory. The video shows Barbers Adagio for Strings played by Brass band. A few years ago I saw The Flowers Band - a brass band- play this in Pershore Abbey, it was phenomenal.
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Comments4
A sensitive write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Your words hold a powerful truth Andy - - touching most certainly creates memories.
Thank you Fay, touching certainly does create memories.
Andy
these words ring true and louder than any bells...
Thank you Neville, most kind.
Andy
Good Sunday Uncle Andy ~ BRIAN HERE ! Eeee Ba Goom Lad ~ Tha canna beat a bit O* BRASS ona Soooonday Mornin* ~ tay lift Yon Spirits ! The BAND is ORIENTAL but the Sound depends ont BRASS not whos Blowin* it.
Lov e your Poem - Melancholy but very True. Angel & I are very Blessed our Marriage could proceed and Smokey completes the Circle ~ AMEN !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Brian & Angela & Smokey Cat !
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