Moss Rich

Memories and Greeting Cards

A biscuit tin my Booba tossed aside

I found and cleaned, restored its shape and shine,

A swarm of memories buzzed inside my head,

And now this old-time memory tin is mine.

Dickensian house, once home for trusted clerks,

Reduced to a shabby immigrant abode,

With Booba crossing – with six hand-locked kids

To Mrs Streimer's choc-shop – Hackney road.

A friend not seen in ages sends her card,

Of polished greetings... And my mind now stirs

With images of friends and friendly places

Deep–rooted in the un-returning years.

Unique antiques! Old memories have no fellow –

They can't be bought or sold on Portobello.

Moss Rich © 2011

This year Moss celebrates his 101st birthday with his Selected Poems from Waterloo Press, from which this poem is extracted.