April 10th……….“WAS THERE EVER AN ITEM FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD HOMETOWN IN MINNESOTA THAT CAME BACK INTO YOUR LIFE LATER ON?”
POEM – “The Rove Of Mr. Clove” by N. Elliott Noorlun
I ponder as to when, My little glass friend,
That you had decided to rove,
From Paulson Drugs and Kiester,
A tiny bottle we’ll call, “Mr. Clove”.
In days gone by, Mr. Paulson, great guy,
Would pull you down from his shelf,
To ease someone’s pain, With their good health to gain,
You were a popular pixie elf.
You sat there with pride,
Of an assortment quite wide,
With other bottles of medicinal elixir.
Should farm lady come in,
With a wart on her chin,
In a minute came the potion to fix ‘er!! 😉
Someone, “Mr. Clove”, must’ve needed your power,
To help them through their ailing hour,
Because you left “Paulson’s”, And traveled for miles,
Maybe toothache had turned someone sour?
Whether pocket, or purse, Or suitcase of nurse,
You traveled a journey so far,
To Mantorville town, Quiet place of reknown,
Did you hitchhike and ride someone’s car?
There you sat on a shelf, Not quite feeling yourself,
That cluttered antique store now home.
Among all that junk, You were feeling a funk,
Cause you’re now just a lost little gnome.
But through your glass eyes, You saw a surprise,
A face from your old hometown.
He recognized you, And saw you were blue,
So he bought you to erase your frown.
Now you once again live, On a home shelf to give,
Out the fragrance you still have inside.
“Mr. Clove’s” back among friends, With the fragrance he lends,
Brings back memories of life giving pride!! 😉