The Lady Poem by Paul Warren

A cardboard box in a cupboard
That once held chocolates
A bit worn at the edges
Placed carefully under clothes

We were there after she had passed
Being found on her favourite chair
A cup of tea and a biscuit
Next to her with her knitting bag at her feet

Badges and ribbons carefully
Placed with a bundle of letters
All in the same hand writing
Dated 1915 and 1916 with a telegram

Try as we may there was nothing
That gave a next of kin
So we left with her for her last time
And locked up her home.

© Paul Warren Poetry