My daughter visited Berlin 

Some years ago 

I asked her to try to find 

A fragment of the Berlin Wall 

As I wanted to own 

A piece of its history 

My foolish request was granted 

And I kept it with my other souvenirs 

In a large cardboard box 

This was until I moved back to the sea

Due to the carelessness of one of the removal guys 

This fascinating box was lost in transit 

Most of its contents were in time replaced 

But not my fragment of the Berlin Wall 

I am not easily angered 

But the loss of this souvenir upset me 

I felt that its history had slipped from my grasp 

And that its ghosts now resided elsewhere