Annie Laurie, a Narrative Poem: Part 1


Arranged and written by Jenine Silos
Synopsis: Annie and Laurie are inseparable sisters. One man comes in and shatters it all. One is faithful, one is not. One believes, the other disbelieves. Can faith really move the mountains? Will the last be the first, and the first the last?


  • Little Annie
  • Laurie
  • Andrei
  • Lawrence
  • Ted and Jenny
  • Human Dolls
  • Ben the Kitty
  • Factory Workers
  • Narrator

There on the city boundary,
A house lies so small and gloomy.
Detached from the Triumph,
In all its glory and people,
A sister awaits a sister.

Sat in the usual chair,
A girl with the red hair,
Holds a doll called Jenny.

Now, she, Jenny, a toy ballerina,
Smiles at Ted held next to her.
Now, he, Ted, a toy joker,
Is a joker with evil stare.

A cat named Ben, fat and cheeky,
Nestled down below her chair.
He gives no sound,
He gives no yawn,
He is but a plastic darling.

The girl named Annie,
Sings in joy, sometimes in agony.
She plays with toys, indulged in fantasy.
Every day it is that way,
Boring her until one day…

Today again, like yesterday,
I sit alone. Waiting, dreaming, playing.
In this prison room, with Ted and Jenny, saying “hi” to me.
“Hey, Annie! You look lovely,” says Ben, my plastic kitty.
Inside this room, I take refuge, where everything is make-believe!

Little Annie, wild in thought and fantasy,
Starts to dance in merry.
In her world inside her thought,
Her toys her only friends.

In a routine they all dance,
She, the prima donna, and Jenny the ballerina.
Ted owns a magic booth,
With decisive tricks Ben is humored.

Welcome you, welcome guests!
Welcome all imaginary friends!
Here’s a world, here’s a place,
Full of fun and full of lies.

Like yesterday, I stand in awe.
Watching, wondering, imagining.
Sometimes I sew, sometimes I chew.
I read, I write, and sing a song, too!

Welcome you, welcome guests!
Come and greet me at your ease!
Here’s a world, here’s a place,
A prison of protection,
My Sanctuary it is called.

A cheerful world she creates.
Our little Annie is desperate.
She will soon realize,
Illusion is just a lie.

Oh, Ted, how long shall we wait?
Oh, Jenny, why don’t you speak?
Hey, Ben, stop that thought!
Danger is not the word.
Oh please, stop it all, she’s alright after all!

Little Annie becomes worried,
A routine she has done,
But her sister is still gone.
So when a knock is heard,
In delight she shortly cries.

Oh, Laurie, she is here!
How lovely must it be?!

Excited Annie runs to the door,
And with haste she opens it.
There beside the posts,
A woman masks in beauty,
Hair that is long and black,
She’s dressed in a simple garment,
And shines with a pretty smile.

She holds a grip bag,
With loveliness she greets her.
Though she is tired,
She overcomes for Annie.

I’m home, little Annie!
I’m home, my little darling.

My dearest Laurie!

A greeting kiss you owe to me.
Now that is sweet!
Oh, your hair is lovely!
Oh dear little Annie,
Forgive this heedless sister,
Your wait must be long.

Ten hours Laurie!

Oh, little you, so patient and kind.
A reward you must deserve!
Come and look,
A present I bring with me.

Presents I don’t deserve!
Only you that I need.
But Laurie may I ask?
What’s inside the bag?

Open it and you shall see.
Skillfully it is made,
Exclusively for Annie.

A doll?! Her face so little and white,
Her eyes so blue, huge and smart,
Her lips a pale pumpkin!
Her hair is red and it curls like a thread!
Tell me, Laurie dear, is it you who made it?

How brilliant must it be,
If talent is bestowed upon me!
Assemble was all I did,
A friend of mine has made it.

Do I know this person?
Have I met her?
My face, my dress, my smile,
Exactly she has nailed it!
Tell me, Laurie,
How it all happened?
Have I not gone past behind the door?

Alas, little Annie!
Andrei you have not met.
Describing you to him, is all that he need.
Dolls he makes a lot, a true genius of it!

A gentleman!
Is your friend not a woman?
Is this not a curious thing?
You speak of a man, is this not the first?

A good friend he is, no more no less.
A man without fear, except the one he calls God.
If you remain patient, and obey what I always say,
You will meet him in no delay!

Exciting shall it be!
Do you plan to marry?!

Marry!—a heavy word you say!
Oh little Annie, my little Annie,
You think too much, but you shall not!

Oh Laurie, tell me so, why should I not?
Kind and beautiful, Laurie you are that!
Sooner than you think, a man will like you, is this not normal?

Little Annie, so innocent and shy,
There are things yourself shall not bother.
Andrei is only a good friend of mine.

This gentleman, mysteriously genius,
Curiosity he kicks in me!
Laurie please, let me see,
Your sister is thankful, I shall soon—*cough

Annie, you are sick!
And you keep it to yourself,
And here I talk, taking heed I didn’t !

It is only a cough.

Even so, come, you must now rest.
Tell me, little Annie, did you sing while I was out?

Little Annie nods in respect,
And with Laurie’s assistance,
She is now in bed.
Let the reader understand,
Our little Annie is not a healthy one.
Confined in a gloomy room,
Unconnected to everyone.

Laurie shuts her from the world,
Unknown to the city of Triumph,
Laurie fears the city’s culture,
Annie’s body would not endure,
And Annie knows it all.

She does not say all the words,
For Laurie’s sake her lips are mute,
But she is a lonely soul,
And Annie knows it all.

End of Part 1.

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