For
Annie
Rhonda Laurie 2011
They
were grey-blue, her eyes
Unlike
mine
She
lived alone, died alone
And
she was kind
I
will never know her
But
I now can hear about her
See
images of a time gone by
Standing
less than five feet tall,
She
had no choice
Too
small to be heard
She
had no voice
She
went away, you know
As
if nothing ever happened
And
no one even asked
No
one.
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