I Love To Breathe In
in Short Poems
The homely aroma
of freshly baked bread.
The scents from the garden
infused in my head.
I began writing when I joined a Writing for Well-being Course. It was at a difficult time, as my husband had recently been diagnosed with cancer. I discovered that I really enjoyed writing, especially poetry. I then received a further boost to my morale when Family Friends began to publish one or two of my poems. Family Friends really is an appropriate title, as it’s such a friendly site.
I am retired and living in The Cotswolds in UK.
in Short Poems
The homely aroma
of freshly baked bread.
The scents from the garden
infused in my head.
You hold my hand,
I, like a child, feel safe.
You hold my hand,
I feel a warm embrace.
in Loss Poems
Why did you have to go away
and leave me with a broken heart.
I prayed and prayed that you would stay,
why did you have to go away.
in Summer Poems
Oh, for those cloudless days of old
when holidays went on forever,
clear blue skies were lit with gold.
A whispered breath
and then your soul
flew, silent and swift,
like a passing owl.
Patricia - another lovely poem. Have you produced a book yet? Very best wishes, Ann
I just love this poem - anyone who writes poetry will recognise the feelings described.
I love your poems and would like to know more about the person who writes them - any chance of a bio? Very best wishes, Ann
I was very moved by your story. I'm quite sure your mother knew how much you loved her, some things don't need to be said. I think the hardest thing when someone you love very much dies is to look back and remember the good times and not dwell on the ending. My thoughts are with you and I wish you well. -Ann
Another lovely poem, Patricia - keep them coming. Very best wishes, Ann
I always enjoy your poetry, and this one was no exception.
Very best wishes,
Ann