My Granddad's Gold-Ring

My Granddad's Gold-Ring


A tatty old shoebox, 

From Timothy Whites

Found high in the roof space

And brought to the light

Where the pencilled in legend

Gents oxfords, brown 8

Bears little relation to the content of late:

Ten silken white gloves, 

Pinned each in a pair

Communion finery,

And five locks of hair,

Each found, ribbon bound

In it’s pocket of vellum 

All embossed with the names

Of my grandmother’s children.

There was just one more thing

My granddad’s gold-ring.

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