Written by Edwin Sandy JordanFebruary 19, 2021February 19, 2021 A Birthday 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 bonnieWhere early falls the dewAnd it’s there that Annie LaurieGaed me her promise trueGaed me her promise trueThat ne’er forgot will beAnd for bonnie Annie LaurieI’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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “A Birthday” Dear Sandy, What a wonderful story and I loved the poem ! LikeLike Reply Thanks, Dale. I truly appreciate you and your kind comments. Sandy LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply to Edwin Sandy Jordan Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.