Annabel wore white
as she laid under a Willow
She brought her brown basket
and a comfortable red pillow
She laid in the shade,
writing and reminiscing.
Bringing forth a smile
for the one she was missing.
Her days had been growing longer
and she knew wasn't fearless.
Sitting under their Willow
writing to her dearest
She wrote about his charm
She wrote about his smile
She wrote about his laugh
She wrote about his style
She wrote until the Sun turned off the day
She wrote from her heart and all it couldn't say
Annabel finally stood, picked up her basket and started walking home.
Leaving all her notes and poems, upon his gravestone.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Annabel wore white
as she laid under a Willow
She brought her brown basket
and a comfortable red pillow
She laid in the shade,
writing and reminiscing.
Bringing forth a smile
for the one she was missing.
Her days had been growing longer
and she knew wasn't fearless.
Sitting under their Willow
writing to her dearest
She wrote about his charm
She wrote about his smile
She wrote about his laugh
She wrote about his style
She wrote until the Sun turned off the day
She wrote from her heart and all it couldn't say
Annabel finally stood, picked up her basket and started walking home.
Leaving all her notes and poems, upon his gravestone.
