ANNETTE

 *Annette”

Her poetry is like a walk out into the sunshine
She once put her hand with mine
Her smile reminded me of a silly red rose
As Annette’s writings are the best of prose
She once called me the writer, I will call her the
Poet. As I remember and know it.

Annette smile once filled up any room
She was there when we felt the gloom
Her poetry belongs to the world and all of it’s glory
I’m just glad I had known her to tell this story

Annette’s beauty has always been a treasure
Her writing talents is tall and that’s in any measure
I’m beaming to once have grown with her
I’m equally proud to have once known her

Annette, thanks for your kind words.