Francesca Johnson - Coalville

One day I'll go back to Coalville
and whisper you a hello.

I'll see again those twinkling blue eyes,
no longer cold in death.

And that curved mouth
sending a flashing smile to all.

I'll tell you that I remember you
when your own children don't.......

And I'll place a rose on your grave
and bid you sleep in peace,
dear Lily.

Francesca Johnson

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