Love of the Old
When I was doing the washing up
it struck me that my wife retained
an affection for plates with faded
designs from thirty-five years ago,
a plastic spoon worn half away
from stirring sauces in hot pans,
a carving knife with a broken handle.
I found it touching she displayed
an attachment to familiar objects,
that had seen far better days
and could reasonably be discarded.
And then, of course, there’s me...
Tony Dawson, March 2024
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Tony Dawson (Pseudonym) (
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A wonderful write how we do get attached to older things, things which bring memories and are familiar and safe to us, enjoyed the read
Thanks for the positive comment. My wife occupies a very special place in my life and I try hard to do her justice in my writings. 🙂
And you have,make sure you get your brownie points!!!, have a lovely Easter
Clever and touching a rare combination. Well written and composed. A fave
Thank you for the kind comment. Looks like I should keep at it for a bit longer... 🙂
I sure hope so.
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