Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

it’s like you never left at all,

with brass plaque small,

upon your bench,

stating Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.

 

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

I never met you at all,

but in my mind,

you were gentle and kind,

and enjoyed the flowers,

that climbed the wall.

 

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

did you hear the birds that called,

enjoy the butterflies at play,

watch the sunset every day,

as I’m seated on your bench,

it’s like you never left at all.

 

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

it’s like you never left at all,

a small brass plaque bears your name,

upon that seat that once cradled your frame,

the song thrush calls for you again,

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.

 

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall,

and though your name in letters small,

your memory will still remain,

through winter snows and summer rain,

as I sit upon your chair,

Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall.

 

 

 

 

 

© Miss Eileen Leckonby Hall 21.08.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm