At evening when the lamp is fit,
All alone, at home I sit.
Night time calls, and to my den,
Of I crawl once again.
Silently I climb the stairs,
Now alone, without you here.
I pray for Ann, her soul to keep,
In Heaven,
When angels fold their wings and sleep.
Again,for your support, you have been wonderful to me and hope in your vote.
With respect,