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I always considered you littered my home, Small knickknacks adorning overcrowded shelves. The marble statues you bought from lovely Rome, I leave them there, a memory of ourselves. And in gay Paris, you just went mad with joy Those miniatures saucers, jugs and a vase, Insisting each was her special lovely toy, Dainty trivialities, there's no more space. But without Limoges, can one live a true life? She packed them carefully thus to take back home. Porcelain I had to pay for my dear wife, How tired I was, each elegant shop to roam. Such charms, rings, bracelets, miniature houses Lured by magnetic charms, earrings and pendants, From Upim*, Milan she bought tens of blouses At Lafayette, I waited in attendance. She's left me with all these little ornaments Beautiful up to a point I must admit; Shall I cherish them for what each represents? Give to charity or leave them in my writ? NB Upim is a superstore in Italy.

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Date: 7/9/2021 12:50:00 AM
Keep them Victor, every charm, ornament and piece of jewellery holds a memory of your special lady. Lovely poem ~ Belle
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Date: 7/8/2021 5:27:00 PM
Save them for your daughter and grandchildren. Hugs Eve
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Date: 7/8/2021 9:31:00 AM
Indeed I see, beautiful poem.
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Date: 7/7/2021 10:45:00 PM
Reminds me of myself, over the years I have accumulated nicknacks galore.....This makes for a good read Victor
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Date: 7/7/2021 1:28:00 AM
Behind each precious item there is a story and a memory. Tom
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Date: 7/6/2021 1:42:00 PM
Victor, good going. This poem has so much feeling and rhyme. Each detail takes me further and further into this poem.
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Date: 7/6/2021 11:57:00 AM
- Your wife's joy ... your memories ... she reminds me of my mother ... most of it was given away or thrown away ... I'm sure she had, 40 handbags and 50 kilos of jewelry ... and many ornaments (very colorful ... she loved colors) - A lovely poem, Victor :) - I remember you wrote a poem on this subject before :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 7/6/2021 11:48:00 AM
Sweet words you have penned here from your joyful memories Victor!!
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Date: 7/6/2021 10:05:00 AM
Priceless memories! Beautifully written, Victor! God bless
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Date: 7/6/2021 9:46:00 AM
I am so glad God blessed us with memories. They are such a comfort and joy. Well written and touching, Victor. Hugs.
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Date: 7/6/2021 7:45:00 AM
Such a beautiful moving poetry... Those knickknacks are the memories of our loved ones to cherish...
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Date: 7/6/2021 7:05:00 AM
Excellent poem, Victor, heartfelt and sensitive; those priceless and unrivaled memories of your wonderful lifetime are a blessing to be treasured; my warmest regards and hugs.
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Date: 7/6/2021 6:43:00 AM
My Dad’s the same. His house is filled with my mother. God bless!
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Date: 7/6/2021 5:34:00 AM
I am so lucky to have seen the cupboard containing all the nick Knacks Liliane collected on your travels and throughout life, such treasured memories in each and every one so hang on to them my friend ... i wonder did you ever find the key as I recall you were unable to locate it. I have such happy memories of our meeting!:-) Jan
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Victor Buhagiar
Date: 7/6/2021 5:51:00 AM
I did not find the key, I managed to open the cabinet though. Nothing was or will ever be touched.
Date: 7/6/2021 5:01:00 AM
Reminiscing in memories, Victor. Every detail a nugget of your love. Excellent write--as always. It's a compliment to you-- to say that I remember reading this poem. You write memorable poems.
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Victor Buhagiar
Date: 7/6/2021 5:23:00 AM
I deleted my site twice. I have no intention of leaving my old poems to die until I do. Occasionally I write some new ones.
Date: 7/6/2021 4:34:00 AM
Victor, a sweet heartfelt poem, hold on to those sentimental treasures! hugs
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Date: 7/6/2021 3:43:00 AM
These little things are treasures that you cherish to remind you of your loved one dear Victor... so well penned with beautiful rhymes... God bless... ~ Ani
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Date: 7/5/2021 11:32:00 PM
Very beautiful Victor. Why should you part with so much that you treasure of your beloved? I think just, cherish the memories that you had together in those precious knick-knacks. God bless you Victor. This is such a sweet poem of your love for your wife. She was blessed by your adoring love, and this is well beheld in your beautiful poem.
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Date: 7/5/2021 10:31:00 PM
Sometimes, these knickknacks serve as reminders of the people whom we love, Victor, I say, cherish them and later leave in your writ for posterity to cherish:) nice rhyme:)
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