Love and Warm Toast

Sunny daze indeed. Just add butter & honey

‘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

 

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... once again I came across your Poem... and the scent of Mothers Love. Be blessed and enjoy the Season of Wild Geese and the Harvest of he Field... as the Seasons become the Reasons to share the Beauty of early Autumn as it Smiles. gently, Pat

[Neville]

I am so glad you stumbled upon this little scribble from 2014 Pat .. so much has happened since the day those words up there were first conceived .. made me cry so ya did ................... Neville x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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.

[Neville]

cheers jacob.. and you are more than welcome sir..

[Samuel Dickens]

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)

[Neville]

Bless ya Samuel and thank you muchly too.... N :)

[barleygirl]

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

[Neville]

bless you Margie for this most welcome visit and the kind accompanying words (NUGs) N

[Laura Kate]

This is beautiful. Smells can take you back to the most vivid of memories. Nicely expressed and a lovely tribute to your mother.

[Neville]

thank you LauraKate...much appreciated.. Neville

[Willoby]

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.

[Neville]

Thank you for stopping to take a peek and leave your delightful note behind.... Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

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

[Neville]

bless you Pat and bloomin true.... Neville :)

[Eilis]

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.

[Neville]

you are mighty kind my friend .. and I thank you for it..

[R.E. Ray]

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.

[Neville]

thank you kindly my fine literary friend and poet....

[emmajoy]

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!

[Neville]

thank you for sharing some of your's with me here.. tis appreciated and true... wish I could spell the sound my mouth makes when I think of Marmite on toast.... I had some this mane before setting off for home... N :)