The object of my table

This table itself is not mine Although it is Got left with me as she had no space Of which I now have less She now has space after all these years Should I settle for an empty hole in my living room? It has such character, a strong foundation Memories are put on it Decorated like a fashion Flowers standing high can now reach for the stars Although in ground, limited Neigbour, replica of an old English house From England off course Brought it along in my bag, small as a mouse Now I have a house … in a house Another, replica of an American police officer From America off course Stands guard over the flowers of life And the house that represents everything else Two times double objects can tell a lifetime