'maureen, Molly and Hens'

There are some sad things that happen, and here is a story of love broken . . . Maureen lived in a small quaint house, with her dog, hens and maybe a mouse; but she was getting old and forgetful, and Molly her dog was also old and feeble. Maureen's health declined and she became needful, now, neighbors take old Molly for a walk, the hens were sold- hope not for the cookpot; in a care home Maureen just looks at the clock. This tale of sadness doesn't end right there, with old Maureen alone, no one to care; a carer moved in there, to cook and clean: Maureen is now the happiest I've seen! The carer Pascale is so very kind; she doesn't mind Maureen has lost her mind; they go on walks in parks, the dog behind, or tea in cafes, rides by bus or train . . . She loves to stay inside her own domain; an end for sure to all Maureen's old pain! ___________________________ February 11, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Maureen, Molly and Hens/ Collaboration with Jack Horne Copyright Protected, ID 18-1015-725-01 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.