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Cold Mornings
Cold mornings sat under the covers
The smell in the air reminding me of you.
The sounds lingering in the air a testament to the home you built.
Aroma of coffee as bitter sweet as the childhood memories.
Reminders all around but none nearly as strong as cold mornings under the covers.
The smell in the air reminding me of you.
The sounds lingering in the air a testament to the home you built.
Aroma of coffee as bitter sweet as the childhood memories.
Reminders all around but none nearly as strong as cold mornings under the covers.
Published 14th Jan 2023
Author's Note
We all know how memories can creep up on us. This was meant to capture the nostalgia of sitting in my grandmothers home and just remembering her on a cold morning.
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14th Jan 2023 2:06pm
It’s amazing how the smell in the air of cold mornings can bring memories of childhood flooding back. Excellent spill!
14th Jan 2023 2:48pm
14th Jan 2023 4:23pm
Definitely feel and perceive the scene in the mind's eye by your use of the details, the cold, the warm covers, smell of coffee, all brings it to life, but more is the sense of time and loss that flows in the subcurrent of the description, which is subtle but potent.
14th Jan 2023 4:41pm
15th Jan 2023 11:12am
Dear D,
The details you include in your poem are such that your reader can almost smell the coffee, feel the cold air and embrace the love. A rare gift indeed. I agree do creep up on us and grandmothers are very special people. Wonderful piece. H🌷
The details you include in your poem are such that your reader can almost smell the coffee, feel the cold air and embrace the love. A rare gift indeed. I agree do creep up on us and grandmothers are very special people. Wonderful piece. H🌷
