The day had finally come, To visit Mrs P, To move the clutter, All hassle free.

Some of it misplaced, Some of it out of place, So Conroy and I got to work, To create some space.

Some of it disuse, Some of it randomness, Like a sewing machine, That had no longer no use.

Some of it new, Some of it historical, Like a mini cast iron, And some other tool.

The carpet stained, Like an ancient map, Drawers filled with treats, Now that's a fact.

We kept aside all the essentials, Room for a bed, In her favourite place, Mrs P will return to her residentials, Knowing she can sleep in her own space.