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Memories Of A Time

I dip my pen into an inkwell of memories 
it's 1967 and I am young again 
the winter hills were mountainous 
as I trudged  home from school
and back again;
Soggy mitts and silly smiles 
lopsided hats, and fury coats that held no heat
cold pressed and uneaten ice cake, 
snow squalls brushed against reddened cheeks    
and buckle boots that crunched the virgin snow
With eyes pinned to the floor
 I made it to the front door
Grannies foamy smile and apron white hair  
told me I was loved twice over; 


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 7/6/2019 5:41:00 AM
"lopsided hats, and fury coats that held no heat" This is so true! Nothing like a granny to come home to! An adorable write!
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Date: 7/5/2019 7:58:00 PM
this is lovely and very close to my memories. thank you for a back to the past dear friend
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Date: 7/5/2019 4:24:00 PM
This is so sweet Vie. Congratulations on your podium win! : ) xxoo
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Date: 7/5/2019 6:17:00 AM
Memories are made of this, as Dean Martin sang a long time ago but still one of my favourites. Your final line is stupendous. Hugs
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Date: 7/5/2019 5:58:00 AM
Aww pixie such a precious poem i welled up at your vivid imagery a super poem:-) hugs jan
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