Today’s Octpowrimo prompt is to bring our memories of colour to a new poem. As a quilter, colour is incredibly important to me, and I’ve often written technicolour poems. Colour me Happy is the most viewed poem on my blog. It dates from a long time back, and has been re-blogged a couple of times, so I won’t bore you with it again!] This one is new, but one of my earliest memories. I suppose white is a colour.
White Boots
A bundle of mischief aged about two
lay on the kitchen table
Mum in a rush attempted
to button the baby’s boots.
White buckskin, they were, quite stylish
six buttons each side, very fiddly.
The child with a wriggle
crossed her legs with a giggle.
Left went on right and right went on left,
button hook flashed with a flourish.
At last they were done;
the child stood on the floor
and Mother looked down in horror.
Oh no, she cried, supressing a curse,
what’s to be done? Oh bother (or worse).
Of course they missed the bus.
Quite cute! Thanks for sharing this lovely memory!
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what a fun memory!
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This poem made me smile. The word picture in my mind was wonderful. Thanks.
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Love the fun and laughter in this poem, you captured the cheekiness of the child perfectly. And poor mom 😉
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I giggled a little at the end. Nice work! 🙂
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CUTE !
SUPER DUPER CUTE !
❤
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Brought a big smile to my face!
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Lovely poem!
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What a lovely image. I know you’re always telling us how old you are but surely not old enough to remember buttonhooks at first hand?
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Mum used it on those boots, and on a black velvet evening dress with tiny covered buttons down the back.
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This is great! Just the other day my great niece showed up with her shoes on the wrong feet… so cute…. she dressed herself … mom may have noticed if she had helped!
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How cute .. I really enjoyed this!
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Love this! I must have missed it on previous outings. I think my favourite line is “oh bother (or worse)”… It is so often worse, but I’m very fond of drat and blast too…
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This is a new poem, though I was very tempted to re-blog an oldie.
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