FRIDAY WRITINGS and idle thoughts. I borrowed from Colleen's wardrobe, Magaly's word, and followed my muse. I hope they don't mind! Submaitted January 14, 2122
RICHES UNTOLD
drooping sox and unmatched mittens
scraped knees and weathered denims
enkindled childhood memories
toasty kitchen, smells of cookies
daddy's chuckles, momma's hugs
battered table speaks of love
brothers, sisters, no matter which
it's our secret we are rich
That last line had me smiling. Now that's a lovely secret more people ought to be let in on, if only so they can recognize the riches in their lives too.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, that's riches indeed!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of my mom's kitchen, Grandma's too.
ReplyDeleteEnkindled well, Bev. Coleen would be proud.
Nice rhyme too, I might call it loose rhyme
but that would be incorrect, I think.
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Ha ha! You're a master. I recognize bits from other poets too.
ReplyDeleteGuaranteed to elicit emotion in the hardest of hearts ... a beautiful poem, beautiful.
ReplyDelete"it's our secret we are rich"
ReplyDeletethat is the perfect ending, can't say it any better than that, and can't get any richer than that. well done bev
the kind of rich that matters!
ReplyDeleteRich indeed !Rall
ReplyDeleteThese are riches indeed!
ReplyDeleteAlways enjoyed reading your poetry. :)
I love that you borrowed and made the word even warmer--richer too. Indeed, having loved ones and loved memories is the best kind of wealth. Also, cookies!
ReplyDelete"battered table speaks of love" - reminds me of the kitchen table where my mother made her homemade noodles that I miss.
ReplyDeleteThe borrowed lines enriched the poem. Wonderful, Bev!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this. Borrow those words away and don't give 'em back. I liked that last line
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