Victor Buhagiar Poet Rhyme

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Each Small Ornament Reminds Me of You

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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Beryl Edmonds July 9, 2021 at 12:50 AM Keep them Victor, every charm, ornament and piece of jewellery holds a memory of your special lady. Lovely poem ~ Belle

Eve Roper July 8, 2021 at 5:27 PM Save them for your daughter and grandchildren. Hugs Eve

Terry Miller July 8, 2021 at 9:31 AM Indeed I see, beautiful poem.

Delice Arleen Skelly July 7, 2021 at 10:45 PM Reminds me of myself, over the years I have accumulated nicknacks galore.....This makes for a good read Victor

Tom Cunningham July 7, 2021 at 1:28 AM Behind each precious item there is a story and a memory. Tom

Mike Bayles July 6, 2021 at 1:42 PM Victor, good going. This poem has so much feeling and rhyme. Each detail takes me further and further into this poem.

Anne-Lise Andresen July 6, 2021 at 11:57 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 :)

Smita Kulkarni July 6, 2021 at 11:48 AM Sweet words you have penned here from your joyful memories Victor!!

Unseeking Seeker July 6, 2021 at 10:05 AM Priceless memories! Beautifully written, Victor! God bless

Evelyn Judy Buehler July 6, 2021 at 9:46 AM I am so glad God blessed us with memories. They are such a comfort and joy. Well written and touching, Victor. Hugs.

Supraja Kannan July 6, 2021 at 7:45 AM Such a beautiful moving poetry... Those knickknacks are the memories of our loved ones to cherish...

Sotto Poet July 6, 2021 at 7:05 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.

Kim Rodrigues July 6, 2021 at 6:43 AM My Dad’s the same. His house is filled with my mother. God bless!

Jan Allison July 6, 2021 at 5:34 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 Victor Buhagiar July 6, 2021 at 5:51 AM I did not find the key, I managed to open the cabinet though. Nothing was or will ever be touched.

Vijay Pandit July 6, 2021 at 5:01 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. Victor Buhagiar July 6, 2021 at 5:23 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.

Tania Kitchin July 6, 2021 at 4:34 AM Victor, a sweet heartfelt poem, hold on to those sentimental treasures! hugs

Anitha Jayasankar July 6, 2021 at 3:43 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

Bj Legros Kelley July 5, 2021 at 11:32 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.

Joanna Daniel July 5, 2021 at 10:31 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:)