My drawers are filled with little odds and ends
Letters from my brother and my friends
Some tablets stop me vomiting at sea
And others cure the vertigo of me.
Alas each thing though small takes up a space
If each were infinitesimal what a grace!
For then I could keep millions in one drawer
And stop myself from wondering where they are
Some inserts for my shoes I thought were lost
A photo of my husband in his past
A letter and a photo of a child
My diary of last year is nothing wild
Such clusters never take on any life
I threw them in the bin and took a wife
How my heart sings 