It Took Three Coats

It Took Three Coats

 

It took three coats to keep us warm

   that winter ..

  

   I remember each one of them well ..

In particular,

I liked the navy blue, quilted, Chinese

peasant jacket

you always wore, because you looked

so good in it

   

   and cool, as indeed, you always were ..

I also liked the off-white

Afghan my mother bought from some

old market stall

and the hooded woolen Moroccan thing

that seemed to crawl

     

    without strings, or wind, or help at all ..

I still wore it though

   

because you bought it with real young love

 

you’d saved for me, back then

..

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Good day Neville, first to call. Lots to think about with this nostalgic write about special people and coats. It reminded me of pre-central heating days and how my Nan would put coats on the bed in winter to keep us warm. It also reminded me of young love. Wearing something bought for you with love even though it might not be quite your thing. I smiled at the Moroccan thing and understood. Afghan coats were really something. My sister had one. This poem is so warm and cosy. It oozes memories and the love of special people at a particular time on your journey. You do nostalgia so well my friend.

Chris

[Neville]

we rented a dorma bungalow in Northampton and it was so cold there was ice on the walls everywhere and the toilet froze over .. so I siphoned off the petrol from my motorbike and poured it in the coal fired boiler and threw in a match .. BOOM, every pipe in the building burst .. we were asked to vacate the property shortly afterwards .. and thanks for stopping by Chris .. it means a lot .. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

I shouldn’t laugh, but I just did. Petrol and matches aren’t very compatible. I’m sure you learned a lesson :)

[Neville]

I can see the funny side now .. but not at the time :)

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous, as always. You make this come alive.

[Neville]

You've brightened my day somewhat too Tom and I'm meant to be working .. Neville

[Vol]

Neville,
A TWOFEER! Another excellent poem! The mundane painted gold and lying there like a treasure!
Vol

[Neville]

I am both honoured and indeed humbled Vol .. many huge thank you's sir .. Neville

[hiren1234]

hi Neiv, how you explained three coats you had to wear, sometimes i feel you are so immatured at thinking where every one feels the same, but you arent, you too think well understand things properly, take decisions, not to hurt any, but you do hurt yourself so much that i feel like burning in that pain with you, supporting you in every turn or corner of trouble, why do you have that much patience, its like patience will feel tired after seeing your patience. Its hard to believe why people around you are not able to understand as much as they can and still feel that you are just spoiling your life, without taking it serious. I do feel you are not silly boy, with funny jokes, but a smiling face drinking that pain, in the bitter taste though it hurts it somehow feels relaxed in your missing lover lap.

If that only always wearing that ever coat with you have been there in your life, your tears would have never fallen on those cheeks, which you are still wiping it off, where it would have been made dad proud with your strength and smartness, building few more biz and made everyone smile and life giver to many.

But there is no late now too, as you are wearing the coat always, it would keep you safe and smiling though many hurdles which may come across in our path, that shall pass, and we stay together, like your coat on your body.

-jessy jacob,
ever loving you, with smiles.

[Neville]

bless you -jessy, how ever so very kind of you to go to so much trouble over my silly little scribble, even though it is based entirely on historical truth ..

however, I would ask you not to worry so.

kind regards & best wishes, Neville

[hiren1234]

you are indeed so kind, to say and ignore your worth in real life,
i do worry and it is my responsibility to,
thank you for the wishes,

jessy jacob,
ever loving heart.