the room is dreary dark br and cheerless cold br and Missus Moffit sits there br growing old br br sweet-salty memories br are her company br and for warmth she can’t afford br the electricity br br a knock upon her door br brings her to her feet br she opens it and peers out br to the draughty street br br a youth with bearded face br and tangled hair br says “Missus Moffit? ” br is that you there? ” br br I’ve come from our Club – br we really want to do br whatever we can to help br the folk alone like you” br br he holds out a large br bright bunch of daffodils br she takes them from him br and her whole heart fills br br “Come in, come in” she says br “I’ll put the kettle on – br sit down, sit down br and make yourself at home” br br The room is different now br no longer dreary br and Missus Moffit’s face br is far from weary br br for on the table stands br a vase of golden flowers br lighting up with love and splendid showers br her solitary hours br br written for a great aunt who dreams of 'days gone by'br br Penny Hemansbr br