Furniture

There are tall boys,
and clocks which answer
to the name of grandfather.
Indeed, I know a cupboard
with my father's handle on it.
Stamped all over;
in its slim stance and
backed into a corner.
Its insides hold shelved pleasures
the history of which
only it can tell.
Sealed lips and angled ribs
show paned reflections.
And through its walnut shell
can be seen burred
arteries and the roots of its life.