The Cellar of Dreams

I helped to clear the cellar today, it was the domain of my father,
Everything there was a reminder of his endeavours and interests
A few bottles of home brewed wine sat high on a shelf,
An unpacked box contained an engine part and brake shoes,
A full set of plastic wheel trims and a collection of car radios
were placed carefully for when they were needed by us
or his grandchildren ,in vehicles they would one day own.
A tin of paint for every eventuality of mishap or damage,
Slotted screws, nuts and bolts, masonry and wood nails
Something to fix together anything to anything and anywhere.
Spare plugs and wires, a compendium of tools of all guages
Some artefacts that we could only guess for what purpose but
ultimately useful and ready to hand when the need arose.
A years energy supply contained in battery form AA, AAA, SP1
and the equipment to tell what was a good bulb and not
Self sufficiency in the components to build a bike or maintain many,
enough inner tubes and puncture repair kits for riding a glass shard road,
The wrapped up bumper for a Ford Fiesta, a Scirocco grille.
Any request we would have could be supplied from his archive.
Even if we perhaps tried to test his system with a far fetched idea
My father would have the correct item and quantity to make
our own dreams a reality and he made things happen for us all.
The cellar is now clear but we have kept the essentials safe
stored in our hearts and memories and we are equipped for anything.