Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary? <br />Mary: Which cupboard, mother dear? <br />Mother: The cupboard of red mahogany <br />With handles shining clear. <br />Mary: That cupboard, dearest mother, <br />With shining crystal handles? <br />There's nought inside but rags and jags <br />And yellow tallow candles. <br />Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary? <br />Mary: Which cupboard, mother mine? <br />Mother: That cupboard stands in your sunny chamber, <br />The silver corners shine. <br />Mary: There's nothing there inside, mother, <br />But wool and thread and flax, <br />And bits of faded silk and velvet <br />And candles of white wax. <br />Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary? <br />And this time tell me true. <br />Mary: White clothes for an unborn baby, mother.. <br />But what's the truth to you?<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cupboard/
