Brush up the pieces of the vase that's on the floor
And I will tell you stories that the vase can tell no more.
It was born on a potters wheel in the town of Stoke-on-Trent,
And painted by an artist who lived down south in Kent.
And so the vase was bought, in 1863.
Over the years it has become part of the family.
It held the aspidistra that my grandma used to grow.
Whenever they moved houses, so the painted vase would go.
It saw the 14-18 war, but in 1942
A bomb dropped on the house, but it missed the sitting room.
So the vase remained intact, and so it came to me
When the wills were read in the early spring of 1943.
It's been with me since then, and as safe as safe could be,
For hidden in that coloured glaze are many memories.
It saw a hundred years, and maybe a wee bit more,
So please pick up the pieces of the vase that's on the floor…
Please pick up the pieces of the vase that’s on the floor.
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