When Things Were Perfectly Perfect
I notice there are shadows
forming now
behind the silver backing
of the mirror
you once posed before
without a care in the world ..
While the flag
you then waved and wore
is now torn
beyond the point of all repair
a seemingly
seamless reminder of those
days of yore ..
When we were both young
and magic
hung heavy in the air and
everything just
seemed so perfectly perfect
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Author:
Neville (
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Memories of long ago Nev.I treasure them all ( mostly)
snap mate .. there's not a lot I regret neither .. hope you n yours are all well and tis good to hear from you Neil
How beautiful those memories, seen through the mist of time, can be. They seem to pop up just when we need them. Lovingly written my friend, and thoroughly enjoyed!
I have missed you Bella but I thank you & bigly my friend .. Neville
I've been somewhat remiss lately in keeping up with my friends. My husband's 100 year old father has just entered hospice, and we've been spending time on the road, traveling back and forth to see him. Hoping all will get back to something like normal soon. Have missed you as well.
I am sorry to hear about you Father-in Law Bella .. Just do what you & your dear husband must do .. We will all be here when you are able to return 🙂 x
Thank You
Good write N.
Thank you O 🙂
ah those shadows, like the maturing crust on a good cheese. not forgetting a wry grin or two as they are savoured
He reads me like a bloomin book does this fella DA 🙂
Haha, all of a sudden a memory flashed of Sophia posing by fridge light. Marcello could have been better to her. But ce la vie. My nan had a wall to wall, floor to ceiling mirror in the old house and we used to play in front of it. I think the aunt's went to ballet or something. But yeah, it was one big mirror! Rik.
I guess depending on how and where you stand, sit or lay, all the better to see the whole of yourself with Rik .. Oh' by the way, we had a Marcello once but neither of us could get a decent note out of it .. Whereas Marcella was a different kinda chic altogether .. Cheers, Neville 🙂
Them old mirrors (I frequent old junk and antique shops) reflect me perfectly. Enhanced reality check. Ta, Nev.
Me too mate ... me too .. Cheers 🙂
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