I know not where she got it from,
She had it from young lass,
But as a child, to keep her pace,
I learnt to walk as fast.
“Four minute mile” she could have won
Would ne’er have come in last,
By walking, at her usual pace,
Very few, would her, have passed.
When as a waitress in young days
’Twas always said in fun
“Was that you, Florrie who went past?
Felt breeze, but saw no one”
When going for appointments
To hospital, with her,
As child, I learnt to build up speed,
To make sure I, got there.
In those days though, with shorter legs
I nearly had to run,
She had my hand, so I kept up,
Back then, it seemed like fun.
I too then, learnt, to walk as fast
Necessity, it was,
To keep her pace and not get lost
No time was there, to pause.
She did slow down eventually,
When in her latter days,
Delighted though, am I, to have
Continued in her ways.
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