What if this were the last jar of Marmite in the World?
I confess I mourn the passing of Pear’s soap
rich with rosemary and the baths of childhood
But what if this were the last jar of Marmite in the World?
Clothes decades un-seen,
revealed from trunks and boxes are tangible memories,
denied to relentless tidiers
But what if this were the last jar of Marmite in the World?
Madeleines worked for Marcel,
giving taste to his rememberances
But what if this were the last jar of Marmite in the World?
