I opened the door to your room down the hall
I turned on the light
And all that I saw
Was a bed and a desk and couple of tacks
No sign of someone who expects to be back
It must have been one hell of a suitcase you packed

IYKYK #StJoe

This is St Fiacre. A staple of my mother's garden, my parents repeatedly backed over it & the H kept repairing it. The last time, he repainted it, filled it with concrete & put a piece of rebar in as an anchor. 'That ought to hold the sucker' he prayed. And so it did.