calm. that's what I felt.
the water , calm as well.
I sat in the open grassy field.
I enjoyed the view from the hill.
down by the lake, I saw seagulls flying.
I hear waves splashing gently.
I see the sun rising.
and me, reading poetry and laughing, more so, I was crying.
I've lost so many friends.
they've all perished during the summer days of years of my prime.
yet, here I sat, with my grandchildren in sight, at the Lake.
I eyed the waters.
I am only 63 years young.
my prime I'd cherish so Vogue.
my late husband would tell me, to enjoy the time I've been given.
life is a gift. life is blessed, life will always continue on.

down by the Lake.
I read daily novels on life, peace, happiness, and I thrive.
I couldn't remember a day without my youth enjoying the Lake front.
and yet, here I lay.
completely aware of life's goals.
I'm in my 6oyrs of gold.
my grandchildren are my youth.
my bloodline.
my soul.
may the rest of life be given chances and changes.
behold my love for yours.
you are my favourite song.
love, Mother Annie.
to: my beloved sons, Arnie and Colt.
and my lovely daughter, Merigold.
xoxo

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