Leftovers

Neville

Leftovers

 

A pair of fine brown brogues ..

A brace of

bespoke, bridle leather belts ..

Two pairs

of gents elasticated braces

still in their

original box and half a dozen

freshly

laundered handkerchiefs ..

Eighteen

assorted pocket knives, plus

his old silver

pocket watch, complete with

albert chain,

threepenny bit father-fob and key ..

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2023 03:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments7

  • 2781

    Precious memories

    • Neville


      thank you kindly my friend .. N

    • Doggerel Dave

      A well painted still life, Nev ...I'm tempted to take the lot to 'Save the Children' for ya....not sure how much would get 'lost' along the way.,...

      • Neville



        thank you kindly Dave .. Neville

      • orchidee

        Good write N.

        • Neville



          that's right good then ta Mr. O

        • Christina8

          Intriguing write my friend, well painted picture of life and memories contained within....Well done! C

          • Neville



            Hey, thanks a million C ... make my day, why dont'cha 💙

          • MendedFences27

            To me, a list filled with sadness, as though inheriting these leftovers after the passing of someone. This list hints at the nature of the man that owned them. Sad but true. - Phil A.

            • Neville


              You may never know just how good it feels to have you cast ya eyes across across the ink I have spilt here MF27 .. muchly is only barely enough .. Neville

            • Goldfinch60

              Emotive words Neville, those items mean so much.

              Andy

              • Neville



                and of course, I still have every single one .. thank you kindly Andy

              • L. B. Mek

                Brilliant!!!
                (be it a single, memory
                revisiting at an imperfectly
                timely, moment
                or that picture, we walk past
                time n again
                yet this one moment, we stop
                to consider, choosing
                to allow the pain and remember
                or
                those remnant, belongings
                decades later
                that somehow, still feel
                warm, to the touch
                as if, just yesterday
                they were in the hands
                of the one, we so dearly wish
                was still by our side...)

                • Neville



                  You are a credit to your insight, understanding & our species kind sir .................. Neville



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