Love and Warm Toast

Love and Warm Toast

A Poem by Neville
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‘Love and Warm Toast’

 

The breeze that blows across the field

Carries the scent of various wild grasses

Feral flowers and the cereal farmer’s gold

 

Later

 

The miller with his cool and calloused fingers

Shall fashion and form

Each golden husk into breakfast

 

Thus

 

Reminding me of my mother as a young woman

Many years ago now but always

Smiling and smelling of love and warm toast

 

© 2014 Neville


Author's Note

Neville
I just had to get this out into the open... Go on I dare ya, be ruthless

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It is strange how scents can carry you back in time. The scent of the feral flowers and wild grasses lead you to your Mother. I am seeing farm fields in summer. And I imagine the smell of toast and love. The scent of my Mother's hair washed in Vosene and her perfume that I would breathe in when she embraced me is what I call the smell of love. This is a lovely poem Neville, it has much warmth in its lines and the memories.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

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Christine Anne Shaw

7 Months Ago

Well it's a long time since I read this one Neville, over 9months ago, but it has lost none of its w.. read more
Neville

7 Months Ago

..... thank you



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i think i was away when this was first posted...glad it came up again.
the reminders...my dad likes his toast or muffins almost burnt...well he did when he was alive.
every time i burn my toast accidentally i think of him.
and the love he gave his family....
thanks for this...
I will stay for lunch, too, if you don't mind.
j.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

7 Months Ago


cheers jacob.. and you are more than welcome sir..
The nurturing mother who feeds her boy is a wholly magnificent image in my book, and one to prize forever. At least for me, these words are precious. (I have my reasons)

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Neville

7 Months Ago

Bless ya Samuel and thank you muchly too.... N :)
I am quite addicted to the aroma of fresh bread baking. I make all my own bread . . . have most of my life, so this one really hits my heartstrings with a pungent whiff of nostalgia! So glad someone dug this one up & got it circulating in my newsfeed! *wink! wink!* (((WIFFS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Neville

7 Months Ago

bless you Margie for this most welcome visit and the kind accompanying words (NUGs) N
This is beautiful. Smells can take you back to the most vivid of memories. Nicely expressed and a lovely tribute to your mother.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

7 Months Ago

thank you LauraKate...much appreciated.. Neville
Rare it is that I catch a reflection of a childhood pleasure, but your words brought me back to an aproned mom in a warm kitchen and my very own Betty Crocker for Boys and Girls cookbook. The Funny Bunny cake for Easter, and for Christmas, the Drum Cake. But nothing would smell as good as sugar cookies! I still have my apron! Thank you for this visual write!
W.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

7 Months Ago

Thank you for stopping to take a peek and leave your delightful note behind.... Neville
dear Neville... when my daughter was three years old,
she had a "sitter" who baked fresh bread for toddlers.
There was always the scent of warm bread baking
for the day. I often think of how she gave the
young children a sense of stability and creating
an attitude of providing and survival. Your poem
conveys the warmth of love and contentment.
truly, Pat

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

7 Months Ago

bless you Pat and bloomin true.... Neville :)
A beautiful fairytale kind of poem, Neville. Some poems offer a sense of someone’s past and there’s not a lot more that needs to be said to cement an idea in the mind.

I’d say this one places both the body and the heart firmly in space and time and unfolds the care and presence of a loving mother.

Our parents hold a lot of space in our minds. This poem makes that space held feel light and comforting and long-lived.

A beautiful tribute to time and the dedication of mothering. Something to behold, this is.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

7 Months Ago

you are mighty kind my friend .. and I thank you for it..
The truest labor of love, Neville... seeds and grains from calloused, dirty hands to fresh bread on the kitchen table. You brought to life all senses in this poem. Reminds me of our farmers here in the USA. Thanks for sharing this one.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

7 Months Ago

thank you kindly my fine literary friend and poet....
Wonderful memories should dance into the open time and time again.. as you know only too well, Neville! These words are not only the kind I read and visualise oh so easily, but... close eyes and inhale and space is full of scents and smells that'll never fade, so precious they are. My/our little mum was walking bread.in.the.oven, Marmite on toast and Jeyes Fluid (now banned) for the drains!

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

7 Months Ago

thank you for sharing some of your's with me here.. tis appreciated and true... wish I could spell t.. read more
Time count by, moment create memories, Scent brings things back to thought and music keep reminding of the past.
I sense the presence of a past time filled with joy and gladness with love overshadowing all as I read this.

This is great, Neville.
Well expressed.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

7 Months Ago

thank you dear Kay... yes.. I have many fond memories and just hope they will remain with me.... N
Kay Salisu Titilola

7 Months Ago

My pleasure...

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