In the garden of remembrance
She holds the keys in her hand
Young
Pregnant and a child beside her
Her husband
Younger still
Escorts her up the steps
Where DeVelara walked
Where The Queen of England walked
To visit the Swans of Lear
She speaks little
He talks more
Their one room flat
Vacant for these precious moments.
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