Visitations

I await sweet Annabelle as I rest in this lonely bower. I yearn to hear her angel voice and feel her healing power. Others come and others go in times I'm given to folly, like buxom Jenny Ramsbottom and then there's fulsome Molly. Sometime I forget their names, it's so hard to keep a tally. Some bore with their chitter-chat, especially one named Sally. I sometime wish for solitude How long will this persist? My age is catching up on me and I doubt they all exist. But one there is who is for sure and she's s my favourite nurse. Begone ye mad romantic dreams. Sister Jane is down to earth.