I’d always liked the Utility furniture,
the light wood wardrobe and dressing table,
the pink cane weave linen basket.
The mantelpiece cleared of holiday souvenirs
stood across the blocked in fire place that granddad fixed.
I could still remember the fire
glowing in this north facing freeze box.
Downstairs there was a bookcase I had no room for.
It all had to go.
Upstairs I heard the men breaking up the bedroom items.
If only there’d been more time.
I left before they got to the bookcase.
I couldn’t bear the guilt of it.