Boot sale

Boot sale

A Poem by Beccy

It was only base metal and paste,
polished, if slightly scratched glass,
but the look in his eyes said
that to him, it was pure gold
with a diamond brighter
than all the stars
that shone at night.

“Look at this mum,” he said,
“It was only two pounds
“what do you think?”

I made no reply save with my eyes,
his yearning thoughts, though thin as air
laid all his untold secrets bare;
and had I dared so much to breathe
it would have broken all the spell,
the moment that he dared to tell
the tumult of the heart within.

“Well, I think she’ll like it,” he said,
“it shines like her hair.”


© 2017 Beccy



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Beautifully beautiful. That's what love's about, that's a lad who'll become a real man with a heart intact and forever his mum's darling boy. Takes a wise guy who realises that a cared-for daisy picked in the rain will last as long as a rose bought with a credit card.

Becky, your writing touches where so many other poems do not. Eyes open, the heart flutters emotion... and your reader disappear off and away feeling alive with.. your words. Thank you - love this poem...

Posted 2 Months Ago


A young man always seeks the approval of his mother. She's the first girl we fall in love with after all. This was sweet and poignant; a moment captured in time. I enjoyed.

Posted 2 Months Ago


it isn't how much the gift costs...the value of the thought is what counts....

heartwarming piece, Beccy...

j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Monetarily only £2, yet through the innocent eyes of a child his newly acquired purchase was priceless, as it was a gift of Love!

A heart warming poem, endearingly penned!

Posted 3 Months Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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