An old wardrobe I bought years ago,
topped with Hubby's gone-now-job cerificates,
Mom's lamp, MIL's flowers,
a bowl of rocks and a dog.
I asked the other day,
How many old Mason Jars do you need?
I guess the answer is five.
These are filled with old silverware I have found,
an ivory letter opener
and broken glass.
The horse came from a junk shop.
The shelf is my pantry.