The very young and bonnie
Annie Laura McGuire
Today, February 19th, would have been the 88th birthday of my dear wife, Ann. The photograph above was probably taken a year or two before I met her. She looks very young. The photo touch-up artist went a bit too far. Ann never used rouge on her cheeks, but that smile and that hair are real. Can you see why I was smitten? Her face radiates her goodness and gives one a hint of a Scottish loch, an Irish glen, and a Carolina sunrise.
Maxwellton braes are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
And it’s there that Annie Laurie
Gaed me her promise true
Gaed me her promise true
That ne’er forgot will be
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I’d lay me doon and dee
I bade a fond adieu to my Annie Laura almost six years ago, and I still miss her terribly.
Thank you, Lord, for our many years together.
Jordans-Journey 
Dear Sandy,
What a wonderful story and I loved the poem !
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Thanks, Dale. I truly appreciate you and your kind comments. Sandy
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