The Last Holiday

A Georgian house Ivy clad

No haunted corners places of dread

Labyrinthine with added wings

Bright lofty rooms added zing
A chance to explore new places

Share some love, cement relations 

This holiday the first in years

A time for smiles not for tears
A Georgian house ivy clad

Haunted corners make people sad

Labyrinthine with added wings

Places  people get lost, find fears that sting
Mother leaves us but returns

Distraught, crying, in disarray

Her locket clasped tight in her hand 

Her lifeboat in this shenanigan
Lost and frightened she clung tight

To the memories in her locket bright.

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