Standing by the water’s edge
I saw a wispy little creature
Ann Sue is this child’s name
I can see her sweet small features
She is talking to a large bird
In her dress of pristine white
My heart caught in my throat
On this dim sunset-lit night
I snapped the photo quickly
Afraid she’d float away
Is she real or imaginary?
I really couldn’t say
Did I know her in another life?
Or is it all just in my mind?
But her name came to me quickly
It is one I’d never find
I don’t believe in ghosts you see
It puts my mind in a whirl
But I will never forget the night I saw
The wisp of a little girl...
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