![]() Manners MakethA Poem by Chris Shaw![]() ( a very early memory)![]()
while grown ups busied themselves in the
kitchen with the clatter of china tea cups competing with their chit chat she sat in a comfy cushioned armchair knitting a white wool scarf in stocking stitch on too large needles she watched great gran Martha skirt around the highly polished rosewood table using finger tips to feel her way inching around an oval circumference muttering to herself in her scratchy voice concern for the whereabouts of hairpins blue veins prominent on thin blotchy hand skin and Martha’s tiny bird like frame with a fresh lace collar sitting at the throat why her pins were right beneath her nose thought this obedient child remaining silent as she had been taught six year olds were to be seen and not heard and were totally oblivious to eye sight failing with old age but fully aware that insolence and speaking out of turn was the height of ill manners in little people © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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19 Reviews Added on March 21, 2023 Last Updated on March 21, 2023 Author![]() Chris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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