About Mom

Annabelle, Annabelle,
She was bound for Heaven,
But I put her through such hell.

Annabelle, Annabelle,
Serenaded me at night,
When I wasn't feeling well.

Annabelle, Annabelle,
She's the one who'd pick me up,
The many times I fell.

Annabelle, Annabelle,
Savoring aromas,
From the kitchen I could smell.

Annabelle, Annabelle,
I was the world's worst student,
Though she tried to teach me well.

Annabelle, oh Annabelle,
In a Place I want to go,
And there forever dwell!

--John Roebuck

copyright 2008 John H Roebuck