Catching Up with a Debutante
Deb always used to waddle just
a little bit,
well more like a duck actually ..
I thought it was
very sexy though and I fancied
the pants off her ..
I guess it was something to do
with the way she
wore her blue nurses uniform,
cut long, but tight ..
Later, I found out it was to do
with her hips,
which were each sharp as brand
new razor blades ..
Deb had dark hair and pale skin
and was thin as a
rake beautiful, which of course
was all the rage,
back in those days, oh’ and I do
think she was Irish
but she never let on and carried
no accent about her ..
Her boyfriend had some kind
of problem tho’
unable to walk without sticks ..
Oh’ my word,
how I did hate him and just for
the record Deb once
left her charm bracelet behind
on my bed where
she knew I would find it when
she returned home ..
Now I do seem to recall, I once
thought and I hoped
she would be back to collect it
one day, but she
never did though and think I may
still have it somewhere ..
Nevertheless and regardless I am
sure the last time
I saw her she was still waddling
but slowly along
High Street and with twins in an
old push buggy ..
I do not suspect, for one moment
she caught sight of me ..
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Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is a very true account of a long time ago
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Neville how tightly you weave your story with the rhythm of each breath. Such a human tale it speaks to passion, and that whimsical nostalgia that plagues all of our minds at times, It bleeds a feel of humanity and personal history. Lovely
lovely is far too generous but I'll take it and happily .. thank you
Brought me back to the memories of my first ever crushes. Those were the days!
Those days of incomparable yore .. and indeed of mine .. terrific ..
Excellent write Nevilie
Terrific T .. N
You're welcome Neville
Good write N. Is KP Irish? Dunno - I hardly see her in person - mainly in papers, magazines, on TV, etc, etc!
… cheers 🍷
Curiosity killed the proverbial cat, but her seeming profession having been my 2nd choice, now I recall that's how my one great uncle met my since great aunt. So, guess it's more useful than I'd realized. That aside, this is excellently rendered with a haunting poignancy and fascinating imagery. Thank you for sharing.
You are far too kind Matron .. bless your little cotton socks .. Neville
I thought it was more of a sway, actually.. Must have been last Thursday I sighted her...no old buggy yet...
There were a few occasions when I tried to kid myself it was akin to a sway .. but nope, take my word for it .. it was one hell of a waddle & I couldn't get enough of it ..
Waddle - sway - the image remains.
Wow! 😧
An awesome poem and
account of long ago my friend!! 👍
Enjoyed this story
from beginning to end!!💯
Best regards ✌️ Thad
... Cheers🍷
It is just one of those things that happen in life Neville, we meet many people who we would like to get to know better but it never happens.
Andy
Now aint that a fact ..
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