AS IT WAS.

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Ginny loved it
when the time came

For their annual trip
to the seaside

And her father rented
the house with the big garden

that lead onto the sea.
She and her brothers and sister

Looked forward to it
every year and it seemed the sun

shone almost constantly
And the house seemed

as it was the year before
nothing changed nothing new

just the same rooms
and outlook and young Lily the maid

who came each year too
to help their mother

around the house
and watch

the younger children.
Her mother

Was the organiser
the one who seemed most near

to the children who seemed
to know the children’s needs

and wants and tried to keep
her husband happy

and allow him
his space and quiet

which he valued most of all.
Ginny liked it

when the sea was out
and there was plenty of sand

to play on to make a sand castle
with a moat and drawbridge

made from small pieces of driftwood
found on the beach.

But once her mother died
the seaside house

seemed less welcoming
the sea seemed

hardly ever to go out
than it was back again

the sun was less warm
less friendly

and her father
would mope

around the house
moaning and groaning

In his grief and bellowing
at Lily the maid

to do this and do that
making her cry

and only at night
when all were asleep

and Ginny was snuggled
Down in bed did it seem

as it was when her mother
would enter the room

and sit on the bed
and smile and whisper

the words she used to
placing a ghostly hand

on Ginny’s brow
and kiss her cheek.

Ginny remembered the house
By the sea years later

with the yellowy sand
And walking with Lily

the maid
hand in hand.