Gran kept a cloak and dagger
In the third drawer down
                   Out of bounds                             

Drawer one tablets consumables
Drawer two nylons man made fibers
Drawer four shoes liberty bodice

In-between the chemise
                                   And forgotten footsteps
Drawer three
Lonely as a secret
Burdened as an anchoress
                       Within paper folds verity slept
                       Certified registered
Name of father
Name of child

Maybe once to often she rolled
                                            Stocking to knee
Then danced a Charleston
With a partner from a speakeasy
        Did she go quayside to say goodbye
                                                  Or probably
Just borrow a name
From behind the bar of the Red Lion