Albert and Annie.
They were and are my geese
Each named for my Grandparents
So that my Grandparents in heaven
Would always have a place to come
Where they were remembered on earth.
Recently Albert was bitten by a snake
Or shot by an inhuman being
But good things come of evil.
My 24 year old Grandson understood my grief
And offered to come to bury Albert.
He did then made a cross of some sticks
Found by my creek where he had buried Albert
To show respect to Albert whom I had had for 15 years
Also I would know where the grave was.
I’ve always loved my decendants
They are AA11 as human beings.
What more proof could I have of their worth.
Annie was lost and bewildered for some time.
But has learned to cope on her own and seems happy.
This is hardly poetry in my mind but
Seems no more outlandish than some I have read.
Albert and Annie.
| Albert |
| Sep 2003 |
| Joan |