The cruet set
I never really knew my mother’s father.
All I remember: tuft of nostril hair,
spied from sitting on his knee; and a hoard
of half-hidden threepenny pieces
slipped into a sandpit outside the lido.
In pictures he looks a kind, fair man.
Worked for his only firm from 16 to 61.
Received a wedding cruet set in 1922,
inscribed "from members and friends" at his FC.
Team photograph dated 1924-25.
Found the never-used, tarnished cruet set
in my mother’s cabinet; rescued it.
My wife made it shine again like new,
saying, laughing: ‘At last! We finally
have some family silver to look after.’
Now it sits on a long-dead great-aunt’s
chest of drawers, close to the footballers
in their baggy shorts. The treasure of objects;
relatives who arrive and never go away.
Good that my Nana still allowed him to play.