She Was Not From This World. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

She was not from this world.
She did not do ordinary things.
You would not find her in the street,
but maybe down the park sitting on a swing.
Looking up at the stars,
thinking deeply about everything
and nothing in particular.
The world was her oyster and many adventures had she,
on her own by the sea.
Admiring a seashell or an incoming wave.
Making sandcastles or finding
a lost hiddenaway cave.
She was not from this world,
but from lost forgotten times.
She liked to be on her own.
she did not at all mind.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .