She used to dream about times of fairy’s in flight

The flock of seagulls over her head at night

She would often cry when she heard a delicate lulabye

A water fly that had passed on by

To frolic in the setting sun

As a beacon of hope to a much hurting world in need

While many outside just long to watch as you bleed!

Annie was a loner to most

like a lost seagull heading out on the coast

Through billows of dread sometimes in her fragile head

She would often smile cause she knew all the great while she had her imaginery friend

Faces in places of vivid colors in bloom

Perhaps in the late of May or in June

Little Annie would be one to swoon,

She prayed & stayed on her fragile little knees

She knew the one who hold the keys

At times with tempers on fire her one longing desire was just to stay calm

To look on & enjoy the fire

Annie had a seetness of laughter she would demonstrate to kiss

The love in her eyes one would surely miss

To hold out the pain whereas others would be hopelessly insane in the brain

Her sweet smile we knew all the while

That little Annie was in love with nature

Most importantly her imaginery friend,

The one she grew to richly depend.

Thank you Annie for your sweet laughter,

To help prepare us all for the great hereafter !

Cause for Annie sake the sun will indeed come out tommorrow, Amidst the given pain & sorrow!