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Torn pages of my grandpa’s last read My punnet Inside it an old shawl Memories run down the cliff As if it was yesterday I thought Haze but so close to my heart My little ones were wrapped in it When I saw them first Into my arms My old timber side table Now almost limping Still stand tall My old clock Forgot to tell the time I thought it got under the knife so many times But it refused to tell the time, still Sits on my study table As if he is my grandfather's strong Reminding me of the importance of deadlines Every now and then My clay vase, That I so preserved Like a baby in my arms. My cutlery of silver, And glasses of crystals My ownership of pride Toasted so many They had cheered me Telling me how good a host I am And my pug Who sniffed me all day long A distraught lover of past My jasmine Blowing my senses When I wore it on my mane Falling on the nape Into the somersaults of life They lost their odors but I preserved them In a book that I kept in the drawer of my old teak almirah Which stood tall Paints almost peeled off A story in it and he has aged with me Memories of yesteryea

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rs Ohh so hard to leave My cuckoo Though I don’t own her Sings for me the whole day long As if an angel sent straight into my heart Into the ocean of life I dunk each day With these precious little gifts Which were part of my life story Destined was I and they of me And I treasure them as life itself I know my list is too long Penning down all will not be easy at all But here was a shortlist I know you too will have a long list If you had dunk into life The way I had done!!!</p><div id="1b29" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/poetry-competition-at-the-lark-publication-b88c7e00882"> <div> <div> <h2>Poetry Competition at The Lark Publication</h2> <div><h3>The Lark is hosting a poetry competition for the best poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*KVQqQgCrMFNT8czE)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Poetry — entered into The Lark’s poetry competition

THE LIST IS TOO LONG!!!

Into the trivialities of life I have a collection of small little things Trivial for you It may be though But all gave me a proud moment And I cherish owning them all at some point in my life

My Lillies, my roses My Sabrina dress The bateau neckline So adorned me, sensuous were the men The raffle sleeves of my pink top That I wore that day, remember And Robert could not put his eyes off me And he had told me “‘You look wow”! The torn side slit of my skirt My bias cawl mini dress Oomph was the feel Fluttering sleeves My tiny waist almost exploded in it My long side slit of my skirt Torn pages of my grandpa’s last read My punnet Inside it an old shawl Memories run down the cliff As if it was yesterday I thought Haze but so close to my heart My little ones were wrapped in it When I saw them first Into my arms My old timber side table Now almost limping Still stand tall My old clock Forgot to tell the time I thought it got under the knife so many times But it refused to tell the time, still Sits on my study table As if he is my grandfather's strong Reminding me of the importance of deadlines Every now and then My clay vase, That I so preserved Like a baby in my arms. My cutlery of silver, And glasses of crystals My ownership of pride Toasted so many They had cheered me Telling me how good a host I am And my pug Who sniffed me all day long A distraught lover of past My jasmine Blowing my senses When I wore it on my mane Falling on the nape Into the somersaults of life They lost their odors but I preserved them In a book that I kept in the drawer of my old teak almirah Which stood tall Paints almost peeled off A story in it and he has aged with me Memories of yesteryears Ohh so hard to leave My cuckoo Though I don’t own her Sings for me the whole day long As if an angel sent straight into my heart Into the ocean of life I dunk each day With these precious little gifts Which were part of my life story Destined was I and they of me And I treasure them as life itself I know my list is too long Penning down all will not be easy at all But here was a shortlist I know you too will have a long list If you had dunk into life The way I had done!!!