Belle of the ball

By Aisling Dillon- Roberts

 

Belle of the ball

68 and all alone,
her kids had dumped her in a home,
It was harder everyday to force a smile,
Her only pleasure was thinking of him for a while,

He would make her laugh when she was stressed,
He would iron her clothes before he got dressed,
and he would dance with her down the hall,
‘anything for the belle of the ball’

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