What to do with the silver plated teapot?
A battered Age of Rock ‘n’ Roll survivor,
its etchings oxidised and pocked with milk spots.
I’ve checked eBay - be blessed if it fetched a fiver.
I leaf Mum’s wedding photos, thumbed and musted.
Here’s her and Dad - their faces, split with pleasure,
are mirrored in this gift’s felicitous lustre
as if they’ve just unwrapped some genie’s treasure
that grants the bearers everlasting youth,
eternal married bliss, parental pride,
a spout which will dispense transcendent truth
and countless cups of PG Tips beside.
Reluctantly I find a coin to flip.
Oxfam or recycled metal skip?