The Clang Of A Chamber Pot

I enter a world edged with cobwebs
The patina on the silverware
Is ambrosia to my soul.
I move along the displays
Exploring and remembering
When I last saw such treasures.
I spot a chamber pot in a forgotten corner
And smile
The memory of my grandparent's farm
Comes into my mind
As I reach out to rattle the lid
The clanging sings
A resonance that causes a giggle
To erupt
And memories of long ago times
Fill my head
Sweet times
At a place I loved
There is a sadness too
A sweet sadness wrapping
The memories and keeping them intact.
I clang the lid a few times more
Then move on...
I move on knowing
That sound will always
Bring me back
To a happier place and time.

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Prompt for: Jan 21, 2016 (Fyn) ▼

Subject or Theme: You are in an antique store. Describe what you see while wandering around. What catches your fancy? Why? How does it make you feel? What thoughts come to mind as to where it came from or who might have owned it? What would you do with it?

Word(s) to Include: patina, ambrosia, cobweb (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): it, antique, old, history, like (or any derivatives, compound or hyphenations of these words)
Additional Parameters: Must be at least 24 lines. Make sure your object is highlighted in green. Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or title or the brief description.