The Lady

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