Cousin Annabelle is here to stay.
Her mother is very ill so she was sent away.
Today we’re picking flowers to place
on grannys grave, out behind the house,
behind the wrought iron gate.
Granny loved a sweet bouquet
on the table near her bed.
We put the flowers in a jar
and place them at her head.
Blueberry picking in the afternoon
baking pies and blueberry scones.
Little Annie crys a lot,
wanting to go home.
We don’t know how to tell her
she will soon be all alone.
I love you cousin Annie.
You will be my sister,
this is your new home.
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