Little Annabelle

Little Annabelle long poem

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Your appearance was so subtle and sweet
So much so that I didn’t notice you
Until April 2nd
You were but a flutter in my stomach,
The caterpillar before the butterfly.

The doctor said you were blooming
That’s why I named you Annabelle Rose

I painted your room soft shades of
Yellow and pink
With blue birds and sunflowers
Adorning the walls.

You would have loved traveling.
Maybe that’s why you departed so early.
You could never stand to
Be in one place for too long

You were just like your mother.
You were just like me.

You were stronger than me though,
Because you never even cried.
Eyes glued to my face, wordlessly telling me
What I already knew.

I cried that day.


I lost you,
But your spirit still lies within me.
Forever in my womb.

Little Annabelle.

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