Sam came in yesterday, where’s your mobile, that <br />branch of a tree, asked he, still remembering my <br />decorations, shells and angels and fairies, how <br />delicious to see him again <br /> <br />Greeted Corney this morning, reminding me <br />of Michele the Canadian and our simultaneous <br />conversation, both talking at the same time and <br />hearing everything <br /> <br />Corney so satisfied with this competition; feeling <br />a queen in Kingsley, all my old colleagues are <br />here, all the best memories of yesteryear, this <br />is a ship at sea <br /> <br />We are all floating happily, though the crocodile <br />ate oatmeal cookies and eyes nearly popped out <br />of their sockets, just one joke, laughing in <br />joy overflowing - <br /> <br />The pain forgotten, the crocodile floating about <br />enjoying the company of people in Kingsley…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/floating-happily/
