Kindly Mister Timberson

Kindly Mister Timberson



Kindly Mister Timberson one day was just gone.
Old Main Street would not be the same each morn.
T’would be hard to not see the beloved gentleman
In his old long black coat, so tattered and torn.

Village store keepers would especially miss him,
For he tipped his old hat as he walked by each store.
“A lovely good morning to you, very dear friend.”
He would say to each and everyone at their door.

The last shop he would visit was the Bakery.
There he would buy a delicate chocolate eclair,
Then walk to the park bench and sit down
To slowly eat his delicacy with much care.

He would stay awhile after he ate his eclair,
Take a bag from his pocket in a careful way.
To feed breadcrumbs to the birds who always came.
This was the highlight of Mister Timberson’s day.

He left the bench after the birds had eaten all
And not a speck of crumbs to be seen anywhere.
He then walked to the church and around to the back
To ask beloved Grace, You saving my spot there?

I keep the kitchen clean and make coffee each morn,
And remember after I dress to make the bed.
I dust all your knic-knacs, tables, pictures and lamps.
Just like you always did, Grace, since the day we wed.

I know you don’t like to have me wear this old coat
I know it is so old and so tattered and torn
But I like it, like an old friend, and it fits well.
I need the big pockets and the coat keeps me warm.

I will come back tomorrow my love to see you
To make sure your resting place is clean and all neat.
And bring you flowers if they are in bloom again.
Each day I will come back till again we may meet.

From his pocket he would pull out a small whisk broom
Bend down and lovingly dust off her marble stone.
Standing back up he would straighten his aching back,
Feeling the dull ache in each and every bone.

Kindly Mister Timberson one day was just gone.
Old Main Street would not be the same each morn.
T’would be hard to not see the beloved gentleman
In his old long black coat, so tattered and torn.

© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns

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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles for The Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles. Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

8 thoughts on “Kindly Mister Timberson

  • October 31, 2016 at 12:42 PM

    What a beautiful way you have of telling a love story! This is good work, Phyllis, because it grabs the reader and holds until the end.

  • October 31, 2016 at 5:26 PM

    Beautiful and so emotive Phyllis, as losing one’s partner in life is a tragic plight with life then invested in what is left before they meet again. Nicely penned my friend.

  • October 31, 2016 at 8:06 PM

    I fell in love with Mr. Timbeson. A lovely story in poem.

  • November 4, 2016 at 1:33 PM

    What a beautiful love story, Phyllis. Writing it as a poem makes it even more emotional. I enjoyed reading it.

    • November 4, 2016 at 2:05 PM

      Thank you Emese. Mr. Timberson is a special person. He just appeared in my mind and wanted a poem. So glad you enjoyed his story.


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