Two poems about Anne as a little girl written by mother Molly - introduced and read by Chris


She skipped along and clapped her little hands

She was so very happy she was born

And as I watched her childish innocence

I thought with sadness she'll grow old and worn


For she must read the path we all must take

With suff'ring and with sorrow she will meet

So clap your hands and skip and sing a song

Enjoy your fleeting happiness my sweet

Molly, 'Nan' - picture to the left; her father 'Gramps' is with Anne 1927 when Anne was three



Two little words that lacerate like steel

Piercing the heart to rend the senses numb

Gazing at you I smile - whisper 'Goodbye'

And then - am dumb

 Anne at her mother's grave 1985