ANNIE SEVEN

She stopped,

Seven,

Hands on her hips,

And thru rose-coloured glasses,

Gazed upon her future.

“Poetry on My Mind,” p93. https://www.tenbrunsel.com/shopbooks

Happy Birthday, Annie. I know you’re now Annie9. You’re older and wiser; I’m old and wise. We’re sorta from the same mold❤️