Keepsake

Keepsake

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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A second write about the subject matter, originally penned ten years ago

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when the lid opens
old hinges creak and groan
as contents of mum's heavy
wooden tea chest are left
to breathe in fragrance of
freesia wafting through the
sitting room

pass me downs
photographs documents
dog-eared certificates
discoloured creased with age
spanning a century of dead
relatives

I search
disturbing dust motes
for something special of
sentimental worth specific
to the date of my birth
buried in this musty treasure
trove

my father's wallet
well worn brown leather
ingrained with life last seen
three decades ago containing
a wrist band placed on
tiny me

on the day I was born
he was twenty one a soldier
he carried that band
till the day of his demise
my eyes scan in hope
for a stroke of good fortune

for he loved me
without conditions
and that simple pink tag
bearing the name he chose for me
is without doubt completely
priceless



© 2022 Chris Shaw


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Beyond words are the wonderful memories we have of times past. Surely, you loved your father dearly and it's so obvious that he reciprocated that love. What a beautiful tribute and remembrance. This was a wonderful share , Chris.
Take care - Dave

Posted 1 Year Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Your review Dave is thoughtful and very much appreciated. Many tha js

Chris



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Everything in that treasure trove was of such importance at one time. Those photographs, documents, certificates were people who once lived and walked just like us. One day, it will be our belongings sifted through. Such is life and time never stops rolling....
That priceless wristband will always be such a reminder of his love. You found what you were looking for and the search was so worth it.
I always marvel at your ability to express emotions powerfully in simply stated facts. I felt I was there, looking into that chest with you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you always for your encouragement DIVYA. You leave such thoughtful responses. You are very muc.. read more
It's odd, valuing objective things subjectively differently. Usually it's temperature, always its temperature. Chris, I'm going crazy and it's awesome. That's the only time it's not temperature Chris.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I have to say that my crazy days are far from awesome
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Davidgeo

1 Year Ago

Awesome at the time is not the same thing as awesome in the past or future
Beautiful memories displayed very well. Thanks for sharing

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you for a very encouraging review. Pleased you stopped by today.

Chris
Quietstorm

1 Year Ago

It was a delight to read💜
Hello dear Chris. I loved the poem again. I have kept keepsakes from people I loved and loved me. They become more valuable with time and distance. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Coyote for a second visit. So appreciate that. You are so right about how those keepsakes .. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome. I have many things from the people I have lost. I wonder Chris. Will my children ap.. read more
The structure is so in tune with the theme... sentences abstracted to lines, life abstracted to keepsakes in an old box.
I could almost see the memories rush out when the lid was opened.
You speak of your father's love for you here but I hear, echoing loudly, your love for him.
Very tender, moving... also somewhat delicate, like a love note written on rice paper...as though I must not speak too loudly or I will disturb the perfect memory.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

A perfectly lovely and thoughtful review you have left me here. I thank you for stopping by. Pleased.. read more
Oh Chris, that just brought me home to an oft forgotten state of self. I used to pull out my blue tag and even a lock of baby hair and the stub of the first bit of umbilical chord after it finally separated and fell off. Once, even the first pair of booties that were also documented from an early sepia toned photograph, they didn't have colour prints back then LOL. The only claim that I was able to set foot in a place and time that can be considered ancient. Thanks for taking us on conjoined journeys with this definite keepsake of a poem. /Freds.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Red Brick Keshner

1 Year Ago

I know. It was almost creepy when I first discovered it at 11. My mum could be a bit over sentimenta.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Pleased it was nicely packed and labelled. Just reminded me, I have baby teeth somewhere, but can't .. read more
Red Brick Keshner

1 Year Ago

Yes, and milk teeth as we term it in the family. Not so much now as we all refer to them as baby tee.. read more
a beautiful bittersweet read,
Thanks,
JD

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks JD for your thoughts and the visit. Much appreciated.

Chris
I’ve got a Black plastic Trunk ,with all my memories in , I really like your poem it’s sentimental
With a sad Loss

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Stuart. Pleased you enjoyed the read. Thanks for stopping by.

Chris
Chris here memories are so wonderfully represented in picturebook style. It seems that the metaphor goes much deeper in that we often search our fading memories stimulated by images and with luck find the ones we are looking for. The end is particularly touching,

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Your review Soren is thoughtful and most welcome. Thank you so much for stopping by. All the best.read more
What a wonderful tribute and memory you have.
Wonderful write Chris.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your supportive review. Have a happy Friday.

Chris

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