This poem was inspired by another piece I wrote many years ago after a visit to Old Government House in Belair National Park. The house is set up exactly as it was when the Governor of South Australia brought his family away from the heat of Adelaide down on the plains to the cool of the Mount Lofty ranges behind the city where the Summer Residence was built. The room containing the quilt was very quiet the day I was there. Beside the big bed stood a little cot with a baby's nightgown laid over the dainty little quilt made of small squares in soft pastel colours. There were little shoes and an equally small jacket on a child's chair by the window that looked as though they had just been taken off and left there by some one who would be back any minute for them.
What really freaked me out was the sewing basket and the threaded needle in a reel of cotton left on the bedside table. Wheeyoo! Spookieee!

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