It was mother's future that drawer of mine
She'd waited to collect it for a long time
Only one daughter , just engaged
So now was the chance to exchange.

Friday was a new plate for china set
A misty blue, with grey flowers etched
Each wrapped in tissue white
And tied with a ribbon stripe.

But today meals are eaten out or on ones knee
Or thereabouts
The table rarely laid with clothe and bowl
Finger dipping is the rule.

To this drawer I would inspect
Heaving the mounting treasures out
A tablecloth and kitchen box
Cutlery with rose embossed.

Love Mary