The End Of The Day
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.
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.
in Grief Poems
I wasn't there to say goodbye,
to reminisce of times gone by.
I wasn't there to make you smile,
Six years ago, my mother was in the hospital. She had congestive heart failure. After my dad would get back from the hospital, I would always ask him if she was getting better. One day, he...
in Spiritual Poems about Death
Once I glimpsed another world,
gilded streams of light unfurled,
incandescent trails of wonder
blew my present world asunder.
Thank you so much for your lovely comment - it means a great deal to me.
in War Poems
(The book I've been reading rests on my knee,
you sleep.) (Wendy Cope)
I am trying to read, I cannot sleep,
You hold my hand,
I, like a child, feel safe.
You hold my hand,
I feel a warm embrace.
Ann, all of your work is so special, amazing, and creative. I am so jealous at how you can convey a deep, powerful message in so few words. I tend to ramble on and on, and I literally can't...
A whispered breath
and then your soul
flew, silent and swift,
like a passing owl.
I see your star, it's shining bright
amongst the others of the night,
a sight so blessed, as by my eye
your soul now rests in symmetry.
That's a real compliment from you, who writes so well, thank you. Best wishes, Ann
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 Hope Poems
When I awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to fill,
I know that brighter skies will come my way.
Florence, what a lovely comment; it means a great deal to me. Thank you.
in Spring Poems
There's a hum from the bees in the air
which stirs up gentle musings in my mind,
scented blossom is making me aware
of certain hidden treasure they may find.
Oh my goodness, Patricia, you have been busy commenting on my poems lately. So kind and thoughtful - much appreciated. Your good friend, Ann.