Could I share with you my latest poem?

Here I go.

The title is:

That Strange Green Vase

The strange green vase
Of strange green glass
You see through it
Distorted visions
Of a strange green past.

It's empty, yet can be filled
Like the drawers,
The full ones, the empty ones
Order, it suggests,
Must be wrapped in something soft.
It's breakable.

Where are you now,
You sweet green vase?
You were cheap, a giveaway
Yet hand blown,
Tender, thin walled, small,
And friendly.