Moving On

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 03 Oct 2014
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A pair of has-been indigo jeans
wrapped around a vase to protect it in transit.
Yet, if they could speak, these jeans they’d tell 
many a story.  Picnics...you, me, and the kids
on Hampstead Heath. 
 
Oh, and a couple of grass stains on the knees,
from the day we made it a ‘first’ in the woods 
by the old fire-pond.
 
Sports days; me coming last in the mums’ 
egg and spoon race.  Watching you win
the dads’ hundred metres...Walks 
on the Pembrokeshire coastal path
when they acquired their ‘designer tear’...
 
Hard to imagine, before – us taking different routes; 
halving our possessions. Aunt Edna’s heirlooms – 
her etchings; our children, split two ways...
 
Our antique, four-poster bed – cost an arm and a leg, 
we’d saved for; where you’d lose yourself in me
and me in you, stashed at the back of a van – 
swathed in bubble-wrap. Have it – if you want; 
our most precious belonging, or so I thought.   
 
As it transpired – what really was,  
we’d already lost...way back down the road.  
Maybe next time, if there is one, we should put 
things we treasure the most, in a box marked
‘Fragile – Handle with Care’.
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Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

This is so moving. I started out thinking it was going to be just about downsizing - but it turned out to be a very sad story but not bitter.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Jean, for sharing your thoughts.  More than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

That last stanza got me.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee...appreciated.

Thank you.

Tina

 

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Yes Tina you're right, objects we can touch and feel, feelings can be harder to handle.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

They certainly can.  Thanks for popping by, elsie, and I hope your Monday is a good one.

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Unexpected ending, charmingly told with a real vein of loss throughout.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Vera. I really appreciate your reading my stuffsmiley

Hope things are OK, your end, as they say.wink

Tina