EGGCELLENT

[Maureen K Clifford]

EGGCELLENT
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet

Its place was where it was right now, tucked tidily away
with photographs of dogs and kids in the lounge room display.
Most folks were unaware it was a priceless Faberge.
To them it was a pretty thing,
a jewelled egg, a bit of bling,
a piece that Mother cleaned each spring
plus her old silver tray.

When Mother died they had a sale of all her brick a brac
for none of them had cared to take her things, nor time to pack.
The dealers came, they browsed. Noted the jug that had a crack.
They looked as if they’d seen a ghost…
It was one thing they coveted most.
‘The greatest tragedy’ – they’d boast.
“twas seen as a knick knack.’

The cupboard held its secret well. This remnant from her past
which she had viewed most every day. Yet nobody had asked
how came she by this pretty thing? Some lover she’d entranced
had bought for her this precious gift
she’d loved him, but gave him short shift
he was from marriage fresh adrift.
His past quiet unenhanced.

She’d kept the silence all the years and soon she wed another.
The egg oft sprinkled with her tears as she recalled her lover,
the one who stole her heart away as she would soon discover.
Her husband was a good kind man
devoid of romance with a plan
to multiply, be better than
the man she loved. His Brother.

Her children now were grown and wed. Two boys - neither Tom Sawyer.
Each one had diligently bred. Her eldest boy a lawyer,
the youngest owned a company - he was a good employer.
But romantic none of them were
and little use they had for her.
And fripperies? Excuse me Sir
these two were like their Father.

And so the jewelled egg was sold. Its worth was not perceived
by the three men who sold it off. No doubt they’d feel aggrieved
if they had just an inkling of how well they were deceived.
But up above, united souls
became as one – two halves now whole
found the proceedings very droll.
And neither of them grieved.

[Mariont3155]

Maureen, this poem really struck a chord with me. I too have the odd treasure tucked away and my sons have no idea of the sentimental value, let alone the monetary value, but I have promised I will come back to haunt them if they sell off all my possessions as a job lot, which is what they have (jokingly) threatened to do.
Lovely work Maureen.

[Neville Briggs]

My mother offered me her tea set, which I declined because it was just a frilly old thing of little interest to me.
My wife hit the roof when she found out I had turned down a dinner set of Royal Doulton " Country Roses ".
I had to return under orders to change to an acceptance.

Good little poem Maureen.

[mummsie]

Neville wrote

My wife hit the roof when she found out I had turned down a dinner set of Royal Doulton " Country Roses ".

I just had an image of you Neville, eating chorizo & calamari casserole served on Royal Doulton, now that's what I call classy.

Sue

[Heather]

Enjoyed the story Maureen.

The table cloth wouldn't match the tea set Neville - you'd have to buy another

[Neville Briggs]

....Oh well, I spose it didn't go to the dealers like Maureen's Fabergé.

Maureen might be spinning us a yarn, she does that sometimes

[Maureen K Clifford]

Me? Spin a yarn? Neville!

Thanks everyone for your positive comments

[william williams]

Maureen say's quote Me? Spin a yarn? Neville!


YEP




bill w