The dresser:
axe-heads, bone needles, stone dice,
flint knives, beads, limpet and whelk shells.
My mother’s plates with nowhere to go;
the silver’s in the attic. And that mahogany table:
unuseable without doilies.
In time the soil will shift;
more sandstone dressers will be found,
and so too the broken pocket-watch she gave me .
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