Friday, January 14, 2022

RICHES UNTOLD


 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 




13 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. Reminds me of my mom's kitchen, Grandma's too.
    Enkindled 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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  3. Ha ha! You're a master. I recognize bits from other poets too.

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  4. Guaranteed to elicit emotion in the hardest of hearts ... a beautiful poem, beautiful.

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  5. "it's our secret we are rich"
    that is the perfect ending, can't say it any better than that, and can't get any richer than that. well done bev

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  6. Rich indeed !Rall

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  7. These are riches indeed!
    Always enjoyed reading your poetry. :)

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  8. 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!

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  9. "battered table speaks of love" - reminds me of the kitchen table where my mother made her homemade noodles that I miss.

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  10. The borrowed lines enriched the poem. Wonderful, Bev!

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  11. I enjoyed this. Borrow those words away and don't give 'em back. I liked that last line

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