When
I was young (just a boy)
Mother
had these old chest of drawers
It
constituted the full furniture
In
her bedroom—other than her bed!
I
had gotten to know those drawers,
All
my life, —the vision of them
Woven
into my earliest recollections…
If
I was to guess, it looked like the full
Of
it, were made of solid mahogany!
One
side of it, had a long deep scratch,
From
when we moved from Arch Street,
To
Cayuga, in’58.
And
there were a few dents in a few places—
It
must had been, that of my grandmother
Ella’s,
who died in ’33;
So
my mother inferred!
The
chest of drawers had come originally
From
a day earlier than WWI ended—mother
Kept
some of my grade school coloring books
A
few early poems of mine, my first letter
In
one of those drawers—I know, I investigated.
No: 4548 (9-11-2014)
