She Tried To Fit In
in Aging Poems
To find room
for her flannel nighties,
a well-worn woollen dressing gown,
her furry slippers
in Aging Poems
To find room
for her flannel nighties,
a well-worn woollen dressing gown,
her furry slippers
Peggy,
I wondered if you write poetry yourself. I don't seem to be able to find any of your work online...
Very best wishes,
Ann
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 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 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...