C’est la vie arlene s bice
she stood before me like a picture from the past
one half of her young with red ringlets bouncing
one half was the age i knew her, my mother’s age
she was mute but i heard her laughter
sensed her happiness, felt her love for me
it was a cool moment to experience, unreal
it was Annie, the Annie of my youth coming
from Brenwal Avenue from long, long ago
she couldn’t possibly be here in front of me
i just woke, fell asleep over an-after-lunch book
i saw her spirit and with each spirit i came awake
“you know Anna May what comes next”
your perseverance is no longer needed
Annie’s appearance didn’t frighten me
i spoke back to this ghost before ‘little Arlene;’ me
i knew i’d be moving on, but sooner or later?
C’est la vie; before it ends with an image.
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Excellent voice!
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Thank you. This was an enjoyable challenge.
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