I watch if she slips away from me each day.
She cannot see me, or hear what I say.
Many times, she watched over me when I was bedridden, her agenda not hidden. She, my faithful companion nursing me.
Soon My turn to nurse her it will be.
As the days go on, she makes it outside to relieve herself less, but, she tries her best.
Annabelle is strong and has a fight in her since birth. I miss the days she slept with me, went to work with me. We were great together.
It seems as if our time together is nearing its end. I pray that she goes on her own, to her death I cannot her send.
I will hold my love for her deep in my heart, even after this earth she parts.
Our Roses Were Yellow 