Annie

I remember sitting out on that Alabama front porch

with my great-grandma Annie,

she was the sweetest lady

anyone would ever want to meet

One thing that I noticed, even as a young kid

Is nobody else that I knew

had the depth of wisdom that she did

By:J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son. View all posts by J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

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