Kickass, the doorstop dog, naps as the keeper suffers a Saturday reminiscence attack:
Hollyhock Ladies, where did you go
From all the places you used to grow
Those tall, old flowers so big and bold?
Yours came from Grandma’s, we were told.
You stood beside them tall and strong.
The flowers and you could do no wrong.
A mother is perfect, and Hollyhocks too,
We miss the old flowers and still miss you.