(c) Ben McLeod

Between the walls
Was a marble, a dried pen and
A daguerreotype of a little girl
Her hat had flowers a bit too many
Her shoes were shined like cherries
But she was not happy
She scowled at the daguerreotype man
I call her Lucy,
Pretend she’s my grandmother’s grandmother
She may as well have been
For she means the world to me


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