My Franny.  my sister,
My friend and my love,
My heart of hearts,
My gift from above.

I love you so much,
I feel I may burst,
Your own Franny words,
Have soothed so many hurts.

As God tries and tests me,
You've taken my hand,
You've never let go,
You fully understand.

When Harry's garden was planted,
And my warren was built,
I can't tell you, dear Franny,
Of the tears that were spilt.

For each ounce of love,
My poor heart has sent,
You've returned a ton-full,
By all measurement.

You write by the heart,
And not by the hand,
Your work, the result of
Our Father's command.

These things I well know,
These things I well see,
I am blest by God,
By your love for me.

I love you, Franny!
Your Bunny

By Ginny for Bunny

Thank you so much Ginny.
This poem is copyright
©Virginia (Ginny) Ellis 2001