Oh To Be Like My Flowering Cherry Tree
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
No, no, no - I feel really low
I don't want to go to the ball.
My hair is a mess - I can't find a dress
My tasks for Christmas have begun
once the mistletoe's been hung.
Wrapped up presents under the tree,
Another lovely poem, Ann. Best wishes, John Alexander.
I hear a muffled creak,
is that those old oak floors?
I see some dancing shadows,
Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.
in Husband Death Poems
A glass of wine nearby, he sat,
his spaniel beside him on the grass,
he flicked away a solitary wasp,
a buzzard circled overhead.
Thank you, John. I am struggling on - quite hard as we were together for well over 50 years. However, kind understanding comments like yours do help.
A beautiful poem, describing a situation I know only too well. I first met my husband when I was only 16, as I am now in my 80s, he was a part of my life for a very long time. I too have written about my loss. I think writing helps. Very best wishes, Ann.
Another lovely poem from you - well done. If only life could really be like that...
Very best wishes, Ann.
Another lovely poem from you, Judy. Keep writing! Very best wishes, Ann.
I really enjoyed this poem, I felt I had been on the bike ride myself. Very best wishes, Ann.
Beautifully written. I only wish I had your faith and belief. Very best wishes, Ann