"When I came to this graveyard I dreaded it, always on
a Sunday when I was a child. She was always there, right on this
corner, "peek a boo" the girl would say. I would turn
round and see the flash of her skirt and she was gone. So I would
chase after her, and she would lead me always further away from
my Mum and Dad until I was left dirty and crying, lost in somebody's
garden , or outhouse, with just the ringing of distant laughter
in my ears.......
other week I went to the grave the family visited , and you know
what I heard, "peek a boo". I held my daughters hand tightly
as she kept asking who the little girls voice was, and could she
go and play? "