It Took Three Coats
It took three coats to keep us warm
that winter ..
I remember each one of them well ..
In particular,
I liked the navy blue, quilted, Chinese
peasant jacket
you always wore, because you looked
so good in it
and cool, as indeed, you always were ..
I also liked, the off-white
Afghan my mother bought from some
old market stall
and the hooded, woolen Moroccan thing
that seemed to crawl
without strings, or wind, or any help at all ..
I still wore it though,
because you bought it, with real young love
you’d saved for me, back then
..
- Author: Neville ( Offline)
- Published: April 20th, 2024 04:57
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Comments6
It's turned cold today, I wore my new 2nd hand leather jacket,
Shouldn't have worn it to the mall though.
retro is all the rage bro .. I'm sure you wore it well
Good write N.
Someone - you knows her - wears 3 coats/layers of botox! lol. More like 30 layers.
I imagine it must be nearly time for you to shed yours Steven .. π
Nothing like cuddling under coats to keep you warm in freezing weather. We have been spoiled with central heating. Yes I remember ice on window panes and coats on top of blankets. That was one of my Nanβs tricks. Your poem though is about young love. You must have been captivated a great deal to wear that Moroccan thingy that crawled:) Neville your nostalgic writes are ace. Happy Saturday to you and yours.
Now ya talkin .. it seems we have so much in common our Cassie & I shall treasure that ace remark .. and back at you and yours .. N
Metaphorically beautiful, I still have a coat my dear mum gave me years ago. This is beautiful dear Nev. πΉ
that's lovely Teddy .. something to treasure, I still occasionally sniff a few of the items of clothing I have of both my mum and dads .. no value to anyone else but priceless to me .. πΉ
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Just when I thought it was warming up. BRRRR. π₯Ά
my father always used to say Dont cast a clout till May is out .. Neva knew what he meant until it was too late to thank him for the advice ..
Trust me N, he knows. ππ
I don't feel the cold much so I may put one jacket on over my short sleeved shirt occasionally Neville.
Andy
Boy they sure make em hard up north .. not even a neckerchief π
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