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
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