China Cat
Standing on the mantel piece a black china cat,
Reminds me of sitting on nanas clippie mat.
She would tell us storeys of holidays by the sea,
Memories of the past the way it used to be.
Its funny how important little ornaments are to us,
Sparking different pictures of family omnibus.
We hand them down with love and care,
From grammar to mother for all to share.
Little trinkets collected as we grow old,
Cherished as if they were actually made of gold.
But even if they break or get lost along the way,
We will still have our memories of the happy day.
Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 6:35 AM UTC
China Cat
Standing on the mantel piece a black china cat,
Reminds me of sitting on nanas clippie mat.
She would tell us storeys of holidays by the sea,
Memories of the past the way it used to be.
Its funny how important little ornaments are to us,
Sparking different pictures of family omnibus.
We hand them down with love and care,
From grammar to mother for all to share.
Little trinkets collected as we grow old,
Cherished as if they were actually made of gold.
But even if they break or get lost along the way,
We will still have our memories of the happy day.
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