I'd see her every now and then sitting alone in the park
She always looked so sad as though she din't have a friend
I asked around the corners if anyone knew her name
I was told her name was Annie and she was alone and homeless
There was something about her and the sadness in her eyes
Something that made me want to do something to help
What could I do to make a differance in her life
The next time I saw her I went over to make her acquaintance
Much to my suprise she was a very sweet and intelligent person
We spent the afternoon talking about many things just life in general
I learned so much about her and her past life and her troubles
She was married for twenty seven year's before the death of her husband
She said when she lost him her world just fell apart
She also said I was the first person she had really talked to since that time
Before we realized it the day had gone and it was getting dark
I asked were she lived and her answer suprised me
She said she was staying at St Mary's shelter for women
She kind-a smiled when I said well I guess I'm your neighbor
Perhaps I can walk you home I said with a smile
The night was warm as we walked and talked for about a mile
When we got to St Mary's I said good night and I hope to see you again
She answered with a smile you will my friend you will
Well the next moring early I waited as the shelter emptied
But Annie never came out of the shelter I asked the sister if all the women had left
She assured me that all the women had left for the a day
So I started for the corners as I do every day when I heard someone call
Mister mister a young lad called he said he had a note for me from a women
As I read the note I got a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye
The note read thank you for showing me a little kindness and affection
You made me realize that there are people that care for others in this world
I now realize I must find my children and and give them the love they need
I don't know your name but you'll always be my friend
Signed Annie
Reason for writing:
Just thought I bring back one of the old ones,As I often think
about Annie and wounder what ever happened to her.
Birth sign: Not entered
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