Loving Florence

her fantastical stories raised the hair on my chest I am a girl and she gave me her wholesome best her life was colorful which she did not mind sharing with me I visited her Iowa farm house daily in the summer for afternoon tea she told me tales children should not really hear but I kept them to myself, for I loved this story-telling dear. her name was Florence, and her outrageous stories were the best. She had goats in her house, a nonconformist without societies test.