Keepsake

I really like this. Loved the opening lines;
"There are no photographs,
no keepsakes, or artifacts of his,
I rewind the scratchy reel
of memory, a silent movie."

Beeme xx

Hi Shirley,

No apologies needed, you bring the past to life for other people, even when for you it has possibly too much life already.

My favourite line is:

"I rewind the scratchy reel
of memory, a silent movie"

Such a great and apt description.

10 out ot 10 again.

David xx :--)

'I rewind the scratchy reel
of memory, a silent movie.
where men wear braces and rolled up shirt sleeves ,
and women tie aprons over skirts,
a stranger who may
-or may not- be him,'

- these lines are just so beautiful, Shirley! Wow, I really, really love this one! This might just be my favourite of yours... ever! Seriously well done! Love it!

Magic xxx

Thanks Beeme, gald you like this one,:~}

Thank you David, for reading beyond the words, perceptive and right as you so often are, xx

I'm thrilled you like this one so much, I have been reading Eavan Boland, as you probably know she writes a lot about about parent\child \family history, and homesickness, so I relate to many of her poems, and find inspiration in them also, so it means a lot that you like my efforts. thank you so much.

This is wonderful, Shirley. For me, these lines stand out:-

"A father, a child, he is...
throwing the little girl up into the air
for the joy of her laughter
when he catches her."

Much savoured and enjoyed;-)

Tina

Tina, this poem began with this memory, thank you very much, pleased you enjoyed.