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TO THE YOUNG LADY`S MUMMY AT LIVERPOOL MUSEUM










This poem was not written by me but by the man who encouraged me to write poetry.  It was written over 30 years ago and I thought it was time it was published; it is my way of thanking Bill for all his help and encouragement.



TO THE YOUNG LADY`S MUMMY AT LIVERPOOL MUSEUM





What dread made death appear
So many years ago?
Osiris claimed thee, with a tear
`Gainst mortal fears and woe,
Thou liest there in peace serene –
thy portly mien is clear –
Thy eyes, I trow, were true and keen
thy mind was clean, sincere.





But nineteen springs thou were to see,
Until for thee that dart
Killed heart and hopes, they fancy free
Who held thy key of heart?
Who twigged thy nose, touched dimples there?
Adored thy hair in curl?
Who made thee smile, whose tender care
would court so rare a girl?





Who tried to kiss thy lovely lips
As shapely hips danced round?
Who`d spot thy toes, on sandal tips
Before those strips were wound?
Who daily loved thee by the Nile
Who made thee smile so gay?
They soul`s in Life, beyond defile –
A thousand miles away!


William Evans (deceased)






copyright©2007 Elsie


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