ANNA

No matter my plans you had no complaint:

We bought white shirts just to smear them with paint, 

The playground was ours, monsoon or stark heat,

We played in the mud and ran with bare feet,

We ate too much sugar, yet never enough,

And once in a while our play would get rough,

We stayed up well past respectable hours,

And dances in the stream of garden hose showers.

We had so much fun on those countless days,

And though we grew old and went separate ways 

I’ll love you so, dear Anna, always.