Locked In The Cemetery

Locked In The Cemetery

We took the dogs for their evening walk,
Decided to walk through the cemetery first,
As it got darker we were busy with talk,
Didn’t think of the time or of the worst.

We walked back to the gate we came through,
Only to find it had been locked before we got there,
We retreated back to another gate what would we do,
What would we do how would we get out of there.

My husband rang the police in a panic,
I sighed wondering how long it would take,
We walked to the third gate not yet frantic,
My husband nervous hoping the dead wouldn’t wake.

I started to laugh so funny was it all,
My husband wanting to get out fast,
Soon a woman police officer responded to the call,
Trying not to laugh despite it being a blast.

She went to check the fourth gate,
To see if it was locked so we could leave,
Minutes later back to tell us we could escape,
How good it was for us to be free.

Philippa Hope-Hornsey

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About Philippa

I am married to Rick and we live in a small town in County Durham. We have two dogs, a cat and two budgies. I am also an adoption survivor. In 1981 my son was born and I was then forced to surrender him. It took 23 years and reunion for my to find out that my son's adoption was legally known as a forced adoption and illegal but social workers got away with it because mothers didn't know their rights.
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