Each small ornament reminds me of you

I always considered you littered my home, Small knickknacks adorning overcrowded shelves. The marble statues you bought from lovely Rome, I leave them there, a memory of ourselves. And in gay Paris, you just went mad with joy Those miniatures saucers, jugs and a vase, Insisting each was her special lovely toy, Dainty trivialities, there's no more space. But without Limoges, can one live a true life? She packed them carefully thus to take back home. Porcelain I had to pay for my dear wife, How tired I was, each elegant shop to roam. Such charms, rings, bracelets, miniature houses Lured by magnetic charms, earrings and pendants, From Upim*, Milan she bought tens of blouses At Lafayette, I waited in attendance. She's left me with all these little ornaments Beautiful up to a point I must admit; Shall I cherish them for what each represents? Give to charity or leave them in my writ? NB Upim is a superstore in Italy.