Doorsteps

Doorsteps

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw
"

(errands at seven for Grandad)

"
green palmolive soap never fails
to send a trail back to Albert
to remind me of errands sent
for delicious brown baked bread

errands i ran from his home
when as a child i knew
i was in a position of trust

pennies from a deep pocket
in trousers held high by grey
elastic braces which pinged
back to hit his perfectly snow
white sleeveless cotton vest

pennies which jingled inside
the palm of my hand
as I skipped to our corner shop

where before i got there
aroma of dough in an oven
would send me i swear
to my idea of heaven

so when our baker handed over
a loaf of hovis i suffered
yes suffered and succumbed
to tempting temptation

a nibble of one corner wouldn't hurt
it could have been a mouse
though that became two, three
and then the jackpot at four

so sheepish was i when i
delivered the goods expecting
a firm reprimand, yet it never came

Albert would smile
his pale blue eyes twinkled
like stars in the night night sky
and I knew he still loved me

© 2019 Christine Anne Shaw


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Ah the errant poetess returns! And with an elegant and touching piece of poetic flowing free verse nostalgia! Lovely and memory provoking. I did the same with my mums bread and she always sent me shopping. Sometimes with a few pennies to spend on myself.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thanks John. Ah those nibbled corners such a treat. I was given barley sugar sweets for going :) Can.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

5 Months Ago

Ah yes how could I forget Barley Sugars! Sort of 'Marmite' sweets.
Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Yeah, love or hate :)) Sweets for old men :))



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A charming bit of childhood reverie.
Your poetry is top-notch; your perception, even better.
Certainly, Chris, Granddad was a treasure!

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Aye, he was a treasure indeed Jimmy. Introduced me to poetry. Thank you for reviewing this nostalgic.. read more
This melts my heart like a bit of butter on that freshly baked warm bread you just delivered I'd think that he would be disappointed if you hadn't taken a few nibbles for seasoning his heart from your knights errand quest:) what a lovely man he must of been I wouldn't at all be surprised if he didn't save that slightly bitten heel for last to crack a grin repast afore finishing!

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Dear Bunny, sorry I have only just got round to thanking you for this lovely review. Most appreciate.. read more
lovely nostalgic trip , your old Grandad was smiling because he probably did the same, don.t we all

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

gram forgive my late thanks for this review. Most appreciated.

Chris

This took me back in so many ways.. and each of the senses had a little treat along the way.. quite delightful and more than just a tad nostalgic.

Neville

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thanks for your visit Neville. A little bit of nostalgia can be as tasty as that freshly baked bread.. read more
I envy you. Not only the smell, but the taste of fresh baked bread. There is something so very basic about it. Thank you .

Take care - Dave

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

The smell and taste of freshly baked bread to me as a seven year old was totally irresistible. Many .. read more
A wonderful poem shared dear Chris. A small bite to tempt the taste buds. I enjoyed the story in the poetry. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you so much for your visit Coyote.

Chris
Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

You are welcome dear Chris.
Such a beautiful picture of a childhood morning. The smell of fresh bread and the pride of being trusted enough to go and get it. It was my favourite too. Your words remind every reader of the most precious memories of the life...
A vivid and pleasant read :)

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you Nazia for your lovely review. Pleased you enjoyed the smell of fresh bread. Your visit app.. read more
This is beautiful… maybe cos it's the child speaking what we guess could be more than it appears. And, dear Chris, it was, is. You've slowly trickled an event that might well have taught a veiled lesson.. how friendship, closeness, can never be destroyed if there's understanding and touches of kind humour.. especially between ages. It's a delicate piece, and yes, beautiful.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you Em. Yes childhood memories are precious, especially when they include those much loved and.. read more
this is beautiful Christine ..you have created a memorable moment .. i love Albert because of you ;) i did not have the privilege of having Grandparents close by; but i know the trust you speak of as me Da use to send me to the corner store to buy cigarettes. Imagine that! I was 9 or 10. Our corner store (Gallagers) was a block away. No fresh baked bread; but most everything one needed. Thank you for sharing "Doorsteps" .. and bringing memories of my own to the surface .. it was such a different time .. nice title choice too .. it adds another dimension to your poem yet fits perfectly says i! peace sister! :)
E.

Posted 5 Months Ago


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Einstein Noodle

5 Months Ago

I just love you Christine .. can you feel it? :) all that way across the pond?? ...
Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

I feel the warmth and I am smiling. Have a lovely day Mr E :))
Einstein Noodle

5 Months Ago

:) .................
Granddads are very important people who occupy a special place in the heart. My grampa...ww1 vet of the Somme, worked for the railroad for pretty much 50 yrs....very punctual always arrived home at the same time, swinging a black lunch box and every day, without fail, I would check to find half a baloney sandwich wrapped in wax paper saved from his lunch.
He was a special person.

Thanks for the reminder, Chris.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you for calling on this piece of nostalgia Ted. Happy to have reminded you of your own Grandad.. read more

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Christine Anne Shaw
Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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