Recollections of Peek Freans

Recollections of Peek Freans

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

They say I have her eyes, though 
I was born before she went blind, so 
how I am meant to read this 
is questionable. But 

what I remember is how 
impossible it was to evade her ears --
the way she perched, leaned in 
tune to the air, every little shift 
of restlessness caught 
before I could slip the cane’s crook 

as if she knew 
my thoughts, the urge to sneak 
another Peek Frean off 
the come-hither plate 
always to the right of that wary elbow.  

Now, should the painting appear too dark, 
unkind, it is 
just time’s relentless rub 
of memories … a child’s haste 
to fill his pockets … 

though they say I have her eyes, I can’t 
recall where I buried them. All I have
to remember of her is how much I wanted 
to heist a Peek Frean before 
getting away clean. 


Ken e Bujold

© 2023 Ken e Bujold


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Hello, Ken! :)
Thanks for sharing your memory. We’re you able to get in a sip of milk too?

Posted 1 Year Ago




recollections perfectly framed and poemed for the present and for posterity .. this is quite simply superb sir .. and thanks a bundle for leading me astray for a moment yet never lost .. you can smell them too can't you .. almost as memorable as the melt on ones tongue and the heavenly taste ... someone somewhere would be ever so proud to have these words writ ... Neville


Posted 1 Year Ago


Good portray of a person who is blind ,but somehow you have her eyes (Hmmm)....which is a lovely thing to say....blind people have keen other senses.....touch, sound, speech, smell,etc and they use those amazingly well....my dad was blind the last 15 years of his life and did well up to the last 3 years...then it took too much out of him... Memories are to keep, especially in words.....well crafted Ken
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


sorry thing about the eyes, one more cruelty of old age, but typical of a young squirt trying to take advantage
I'd forgotten all about peek freans, can't even remember if they were worth trying to snitch

Posted 1 Year Ago


Clever move from eyes to ears. Why is it the specifics fade but the general tone remains?

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

off hand i say because we really are poor (as a species) at deciding what junk collected through the.. read more
Beautiful nostalgia. We the readers can all fit our own memories into these words.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Nice nostalgic trip here Ken. Those biscuits are such a lure as a kid. I remember peek freaks. This reads grandmotherly to me. She didn’t miss much by the sound of things, even though she was blind. You remember that well, even if nothing else.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

a great aunt. lovely woman, though it seems all I am left with memory wise, is the PF's, which truth.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Got quite a history has peek freens. Started off in the 1800’s in London. I’ve always been a c.. read more

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