Shed

Stands

Rotting

He was happy there

Making things

Moving things around

The old sideboard

Once the designer piece

Of their front parlour

Cupboards either side

Warring and Gillow of course

Now resides

In the shed, its resting place

Once filled with Porcelain tea sets

And sterling silver cutlery

Drawers now overflow with

Ratchets, screwdrivers nails and more

Nails!

Even baseball hats

So far I've found nineteen

Pink gingham peg bag

Gathers dust on its coat hanger

Spider-webs shimmering across its wire frame

Time resplendent

In delicate

Silken thread

Now and again

He took her scarf from the drawer

And wore it proudly 

 Green and white with

Shamrocks in the corners

A present from their Grandaughter

A souvenir from Ireland

A place they had never visited.

 

"One day Mary" He used to say

"We'll go to Donegal"

The scarf became his

To wear, touch, smell

It went in the box with him

Along with her wedding ring

That I placed

On his little finger.