Annabelle
When Annabelle was by her side she felt secure.
At the park where she played frisbee or the movies
there was an unspoken connection
that allayed her fears and quieted her anxieties.
They were as one, inseparable, going everywhere
together, like sisters sharing secrets no one else
would ever know, until...
...her Annabelle was gone.
She lost her compass, her way
of comprehending right from wrong.
She was frantic; she searched high and low,
her mom called the police, alerted all the hospitals.
She could not let go, could not differentiate
the darling from the dream, but...
...her Annabelle was gone.
She never was the same after her loss.
In and out of clinics and consulting with a shrink
she was beside herself with rage and disbelief.
It took years of tender loving care before
she finally let go of her dear Annabelle,
and set the limit to her grief.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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