Tuesday, June 5, 2012


Little Florence
Resides here.
Peeking around corners,
Giggling at bedtime.
Mischief and angel
All in one.
You catch her shadow
Before she runs away
And slams the door
To the attic
To play with her rocking horse,
Her favourite toy.
She rocks for hours
And sings sweet rhymes.
Hush now, Florence.
Be still now.
Demolition teams arrive.
It’s time to go
And find some peace.
It’s been a century or more
Say goodbye, Florence.

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