The Cupboard

It creaked a thousand stories,

Did you hear them...?

What do you relish in the musty reminiscence?

The pair of a lost earring

Is still looking for its twin...,

Pieces of trinkets and baubles all clinking,

The letters that were written once,

Held such a deep meaning....,

The envelopes still linger

that known fragrance,

Do you recognise it.....

It's whose presence?

The old books have many tales,

But the rose kept in it tells mine,

It keeps many secrets entwined,

My Cupboard has a lot of recipes 

My grandma apprised me,

The secret ingredients,

of all the family culinary,

My mom's special oil potion

For long and healthy hair,

Keeps my mane 

Intact with care,

Would have shared more

If I had the time,

This is mine,

What stories do your Cupboard creak?