Annie's Sccret

She’s my granddaughter, Annie
with pockets of secrets
Should she open her heart
Or forever conceal it?

She didn’t desire a boyfriend
Was it really what she should do?
But she felt trapped, caught
In society’s narrow view

She finally broke her silence,
gave up the monstrous charade
Let pretending go like the wind
Letting all that was just fade.

She left Robert and what she thought
She should be, Let desires of her heart be bold
Let years of what she was holding back
let love and relief take hold.

Annie walked away from her old life
Began to see the light.
Happy and free as she held Marie’s hand
and softly kissed her goodnight.

October 26, 2026