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In the middle of nowhere Evelyn thought, Starting somewhere where time had stopped And yet still it did not end like the Zoo train With its certain length and specific destinations; She clambered over memories, digging deep Then it came that feeling where joy inhabited And a warmth glowed up to join together The parts that she had missed and not known; The chair had been vacant, but for a few toys, Scatterings of pleasures taken when not vacant, She loved this turning over of her small hands, It had been grandma's chair bequeathed to A little girl loved so much the wind ached And the clouds sobbed at their separation. But the chair with its shifting images Was where love resided, safely, And Evelyn found what she needed Cherishing that which remained. Love Mary x
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
The Chair
In the middle of nowhere Evelyn thought, Starting somewhere where time had stopped And yet still it did not end like the Zoo train With its certain length and specific destinations; She clambered over memories, digging deep Then it came that feeling where joy inhabited And a warmth glowed up to join together The parts that she had missed and not known; The chair had been vacant, but for a few toys, Scatterings of pleasures taken when not vacant, She loved this turning over of her small hands, It had been grandma's chair bequeathed to A little girl loved so much the wind ached And the clouds sobbed at their separation. But the chair with its shifting images Was where love resided, safely, And Evelyn found what she needed Cherishing that which remained. Love Mary x
To Evelyn love Grandma Mary xxxx
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67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
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