Life in a Box

shoe box

We found a shoe box the other day,
Something forgotten, but not thrown away,
Scores of images filled it to the brim,
Pictures of me, and pictures of him.
Photos of landscapes, sun, sea and sand,
Candlelit dinners, him holding my hand,
Hats in the sunshine, making me squint,
Our life on a budget, because we were skint.
Walks in the forest,  some flowers and bees,
Supported on sticks for our dodgy knees,
Views of a river, a dimly lit street,
That pub in the town where we agreed to meet.
Crazy golf in the rain, getting wet in the park,
Prawn crackers at bus stops, we’d sit in the dark
Watching the people who took no notice of us,
That couple on the bench waiting for their bus.
Two forks with our dinner of chicken fried rice,
Sweet and sour sauce made it especially nice,
For we had no money and walked everywhere
No pennies for taxis let alone bus fare.
Life’s simple pleasures, so many were free
We shared them together, my Man and Me.
Our trip to Jersey and hiring a car
Over filled it with petrol and travelling far,
Drove to each corner of the Island to eat
Saw all the sights with no sign of sore feet.
Over to Holland for our Honeymoon,
Giddy with champers, on the arm of my groom
But I was more interested in the cabin’s flush loo,
Never seen one before, it was exciting and new!
Our trip to France and the Tapestry there,
A much thinner me, and he actually had hair,
Houses and people, our Mums and Dads,
Memories foremost, most good, but some sad.
Seeing the Euro Disney night light parade,
Having a silhouette head portrait made,
Getting soaked on the log flume, our laughter rang loud,
Just the two of us,  getting lost in the crowd.
Oh Happy Days, and all of them mine,
Found in this box where Time’s been left behind.
Now we are older, and it’s not hard to recall,
Though the place may evade me, I remember them all.



About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Life in a Box

  1. colinandray says:

    I love Jersey (and Jersey Cream!!!!) 🙂

  2. DM says:

    loved the poem!

  3. Reblogged this on pensitivity101 and commented:

    Reblogging this as we found the shoe box iin the roof today.
    Happy memories.

  4. blindzanygirl says:

    Just one word; BRILLIANT! X

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