Chests

 I love chests

Big, heavy, strong ones are the best
Well-built, testament to finesse

My love for them began with mum's
It was massive and weathered many storms
Resilience that spited much handling

I was Mungo Park
In awe of the Niger River and tracks
Cut through ageless sands

Tonight, I return to the first chest
That birthed love for the rest
Tear drops from my eyes it desecrate

Mum's chest, made of oak 
My heart, alongside the lock I broke
Torn by wrappers she will never use
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