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Ode To Annie

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I have written this poem in memory of Annie, who suffered from Bipolar Disease. She left this world much too soon on April 2, 2005 at the tender age of 27. She left on the wings of angels to soar to her heavenly home, to dwell in the house of the Lord forever.  Amen

 

 

©Ode To Annie

 

Annie, beautiful free spirit of love

 

Defender of the right…

 

And swashbuckler of wrong…

 

Outspoken angel of love…

 

Bearer of pain, suffering and rejection…

 

Searcher of unconditional love…

 

Advocate for the most vulnerable

 

Keeper of God’s creatures, great and small...

 

Eyes for her grandpa, companion to the end…

 

Much beloved daughter, sister and friend.

 

Annie, you’re now free, to soar among the Heavens

 

Helping God keep order there.

 

 

No longer to suffer, no pain to bear,

 

Spreading your sweet fragrance through heaven’s air

 

Pausing to reach down to earth to show your care...

As only you can, Annie’s special flair...

 

No blame to any do you assign, just words of love and healing to those you left behind…

 

For you spread your wings and you’re soaring free…

 

Dear Annie your sweet fragrance will forever linger in our hearts...

 

Precious thoughts of you forever… 

 

Till we meet again...  Rest well, Sweet Annie, for you are free!

 

©Copyright, Barbara J. Ervin-Weymouth, April 8, 2005