You sit there in the corner by the door,
Reminding me of long past memories.
Always constant, sitting there on the floor.
A special haven for my lost treasuries.
Beside my mother’s china, I’ve placed my
Little treasures in the immense cabinet.
In there, sheltered from chaos, memories lie
Thank you, keeper and protector of secrets.
Though beaten a’ kicked you’ve ne’er broke a pane.
You stand over us, strong yet pleasing.
A kind angel, yet black is your membrane;
Protector of cups and treasures, ne’er ending
My cabinet is like my Father above.
Showered and showering eternal love.
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