You fill your house with possessions

A treasure trove of memories

To tell you who you are

Here comes another sadness and a disappointment


That trusting causes pain

In a special display case

The ancestral heirlooms –

Rage from your mother and unrequited love

The terror and loneliness collected in the Great War

Are particularly close to your heart

If you moved house

You would build a special room

For the family treasures

While you hold fast to all that history

You are unable to embrace the present

And there is only the present