HER SACRIFICE.
She knew she must
give up the house, and all its contents too.
The furniture
she'd grown to love and bought when they were new.
The settee by the
window, opposite the door,
The chandeliers
reflecting light, made shadows on the floor.
A stylish table
looking chic, refined and debonair,
Complements the features, of the comfy fireside chair.
All those happy
memories so clearly did appear,
As she
straightened up a cushion and wiped away a tear.
You never can
stop progress this she now did know,
So to make room
for the laptop, the dolls house had to go.
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Sis Unsworth
Damned computers! What a scenario, well set up...
ReplyDeleteExcellent - for one moment I thought you had changed your style and I was about to read a tragedy!
ReplyDeleteVery clever Sis, what can I say,
ReplyDeleteI should have realized,
a twist was on its way. Lovely, as usual.
Having spent the last 2 weeks playing with my little granddaughter's dolls house I can understand how we hang in to them for as long as possible.
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