There's Mum's silk Eiffel tower scarf
Brought back by me in sixty three
From gay Paree;
And bootees from my sweet firstborn -
She grew so fast they were hardly worn!
Dads box of tricks from Far East trips
Brought back in 1946
From what he called his holiday -.
I can't throw that away.
My old school skirt,
My Father's favourite shirt..
Hang reproachfully on the wardrobe door
From baby days to older age.
They are our children's heritage:
Each item tells a tale. I know -
I can do no more;
Our house is small, this stuff must go -
Right back into my Mother's bottom drawer.