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

[angel]

You have the nicest, warmest memories of your mother, Neville,wish I had some like that. I'll bet you're a great son, though.

[Neville]

that's very kind angel but I'm not sure she would agree with ya... cheers.. N

[angel]

Well, I hope so. I can't think of anything my son would do that I wouldn't be proud of.
Is there a reason for the wistfulness in this piece? I was thinking it was just my imagination.

[Neville]

I spoke with her recently which made me think back to way back.. this was written years ago too...

[angel]

Well, my dear friend, where there's life, there's hope. as Bilbo Baggins said. I do hope it's mended for you.

[Neville]

it is thanks angel, very much so..

[NotUsinganymore]

Very nice. I am happy that you have good memories. I don't think where I am from would give me happy memories ever.

[Neville]

I am sorry to hear that JungLee.. I sincerely hope your circumstances improve and in the meantime, must thank you for visiting these words... Neville

[NotUsinganymore]

Thank you. I don't think they will improve since they're all in Heaven. I am the only surviving family member.

[Neville]

that is very sad, but you must now look after yourself and make the most of what you do have

[angel]

The smell of mints reminds me of my Gran; she was always sucking on one of those Canada mints, and Old Spice aftershave for Dad. Never met either of my granddads, but my other grandma smelled of Shalimar. My grandkids say I smell of Patchouli oil. Not surprising; I do use it often.

[Neville]

Patchouli will more than do it for me... cheers angel..

[angel]

Patchoulittle nose wi' a hankie doused in the stuff, then, and call it done.

[Neville]

tis well and truly done...

[Chris Shaw]

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

[Neville]

ah' yes, yes, yes.. Vosene.. that and all them other scents.. Californian Poppy, or Worth by Je Riviens.. I got a little residual happy glow about me, coz I spoke with me mam yesterday for the first time in ages... cheers Chris.. and good morning to ya...

[Chris Shaw]

Good early morning Neville. I am smiling and thinking wonderful. Pleased you spoke with your mam :) I also hope you slept better, still up early though! Those scents you named are the ones that always remind me of my Nans.

[Neville]

Hiya Chris, yeah me too.. wot sleep..

[Chris Shaw]

Wot no sleep again? Not good. You need a back and head massage to relax you. Wake Jill up and ask her :)

[Neville]

No fear.. I wanna see the week end:)

[Chris Shaw]

I've got a sleeping beauty next to me as well (lol,)

[Neville]

I'm in an adjoining wing (lol)

[Chris Shaw]

Sounds like you've been banished. They do that in fairy tales too. Brulee could give you a face lick. That'll make you feel good :)

[Neville]

I am, they do, she did, it did....:)

[Chris Shaw]

x.....................

[Chris Shaw]

Well it's a long time since I read this one Neville, over 9months ago, but it has lost none of its warm appeal. An endearing write to remind you of your dear Mum and all she meant to you. Lovely it is too.

Chris

[Neville]

..... thank you

[Crowley]

No ruthless, this was really effing good. That title and last line embody such a warm and nostalgic feeling. This amazing work my friend...I really loved it!

[Neville]

Hey.. make my evening why dont'cha.. dunno what my missus must be thinking right now, she just asked me why I'm grinning inanely to myself... thank you so very much for such an encouraging visit.. much appreciated..:)

[Fran Marie]

Hmm brings back fond memories of my won childhood happiness..
My mom making french toast and hot cocoa
..this sweet poem warms my heart
I

[Neville]

French toast and cocoa.. right up my street and just my cup of tea Fran bless ya my friend....

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, the aromas of childhood. I know if I smell Jergens hand lotion, I am back in the kitchen of my childhood home and I can see my mom standing there at the stove with her apron on. Warm soft nostalgia and wonderful imagery. Great work. lydi**

[Neville]

You have just made my day dear Lydi, bless ya. Neville x

[Rita L. Sev]

Smells and tastes of childhood are the sweetest. I love the progression of this piece, Neville.

[Neville]

Thank you, mission accomplished then. All Good Things, N

[Justine]

I just dropped by to see if I had missed anything and I had missed this. I had no idea what to expect from the title, thinking "comfort food" perhaps. Memories are triggered in so many things and what better than warm toast! A beautiful reminisce, holding special thoughts of a much loved mother. I always find "thus" a really odd word though ! To me it sounds like a speech impediment lol. But it's great to read your writing again and you always provide something worth reading :) Justine

[Neville]

You are always welcome JJ my friend...
I welcome and look forward to your visits and to the sentiments you often leave behind... All Good Things, N

[Lyn Anderson]

I love it. I know exactly that feeling. Sometimes I eat things my grandparents liked just because they evoke such strong memories.

[Neville]

My guess is that we all do that. Cheers KL, as always very much appreciated N

[New Dawn]

Brings to mind my nan who always toasted bread against the electric fire - somehow it always tasted so much better than out of the toaster - at least in my memory - thanks for taking me back there x

[Neville]

Hey, my pleasure entirely New Dream, incredible as it might seem, I go even further back to when we burnt & browned our toast whilst held against the glowing embers of oak logs held within an open fire in Gullworthy, now as always something of a remote outpost for poets, artists, intellectuals, fools and..... Please feel free to ad your own favourite group, clan, coven or cult

[Neville]

Sorry about the typo New Dawn... N