Annie
In the Autumn of my life
A joyous gift was given me.
With arthritis, gloom and strife
Came Annie as if meant to be
A compensation which she is
A thousand fold, as happily
We play together, young and elderly.
My granddaughter, now 14 months
Has beauty, charm and sense of fun
Intelligence, of course is there
And how she keeps me on the run.
We play all day, although I'm glad
When sleep puts her to bed at noon
My aching body can relax
But then she wakes, and all too soon
We're off again playing like mad.
What fun we have
Loving kissing laughing, romping
to "Littlest Love" I give my all,
Wishing she could always be
14 months old enchanting me.
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Annie Again
Nearly four, my little friend
I'll adore her to the end
Of my life however long,
My love for her forever strong
Sweet she is, and so appealing
Self willed, but learning to obey,
The hard way.
Full of personality
No one quite like her for me.
Very best of fun we have,
She's so fresh and very bright
My little, not now "Littlest love"
I play with her with all my might.
Vivacious, soft, just like her mother.
She has a lovely baby brother!
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