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
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Author:
Neville (
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Beautiful loving words Neville.
Andy
Thank you & kindly Andy.
Neville
Good write N.
Write good then Mr. O
Should I meet her? Can only I answer that?! lol.
50i's did it for me, Nev - although never found any lady to attach embroidered flower patches to 'em... quite conceivably this could be seen in my circumstances as a positive.... where I worked...
Ah' but twas a long time ago you old dog you .......... quite possibly before patches became the in thing even ...................................................... cheers mate 🙂
Your usage of word is simply stunning in this romantic memory of the way things were. - -- I love the final thought - that "if love had a smell,
it would smell of my lady" - -- -- such an appealing read Nev........................
How extraordinarily kind our Fay ............ thank you for the thumbs up my friend ... x
Your words have always had a life of their own, and their own personality, Neville. You speak not just through, but with your pieces as well. A beautiful work of art this is, like those rare flowers that just never lose their charm, sir. A definite favorite of mine.
Thank you so very much for that hear-warming message Garth .. Neville
A wonderful poem....so full of sensory images and smells. Spectacular!
Under such circumstances, then I thank you both kindly and true Christina8 🙂
ahhhh!!!!, that never fades from the memory glands with the passage of time.
I am so glad you caught a whiff in passing my friend ... Neville
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