A Lasting Memory
It was not the sight of a night sky
bejewelled with numerous stars,
nor the whisperings from the waves.
It was not the sight of a night sky
bejewelled with numerous stars,
nor the whisperings from the waves.
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 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.
Christmas here once more,
hard to ignore, festive
wreaths on every door.
I really loved this Poem! If you would ever ask me, Christmas is my FAVORITE holiday and it is the best time of year! My favorite thing about Christmas is the family being together and...
'For better for worse'
I did not know
what worse was going to be,
that I would lose
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,
My beloved canine friend
life's not how it used to be
you no longer hear my whistle
and just keep on running free.
Oh Pat,
You are always so encouraging. Any comments from you mean a great deal, as I have such enormous respect for your poetry. I do hope you are keeping well. It's been such a joy...
in Husband Death Poems
A shadow walks beside me
in the rising rays
of the sun
I turn a corner
I firmly believe that our passed loved ones are all around us all the time. All we have to do is look around us, at nature, movies, poems, even in our dreams. I am certain that your husband...
Patricia, You are indeed a friend - a very good friend indeed. Thank you for always being there for me. Love and very best wishes, Ann
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