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.