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Ann D. Stevenson

About Ann D. Stevenson

Ann D. Stevenson only began writing after she retired, when she joined a Writing for Well-Being course. It was during a difficult time, as her husband had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She found writing very therapeutic, more especially poetry. It was a real boost to her morale when Family Friend Poems began publishing her poems.
Ann was married for well over 50 years, but sadly is now widowed. However, she is lucky enough to have two happily married children and four grandchildren. She now lives in The Cotswolds in the UK. In the past, Ann has worked as a teacher, helped in a children’s home and spent some time as a PA.

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Poems by Ann D. Stevenson

Oh To Be Like My Flowering Cherry Tree
- Published: March 10, 2026
Natural Beauty

in Beauty of Nature Poems

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.

Dressed in green all summer long,
looked upon as cool and calm,
she casts others in the shade.

Come the fall she has a ball
in multicoloured frippery,
she happily strips, bit by bit.

Her limbs may glisten in the cold,
bejeweled in frosted crystals,
or shining bright in softest white.

She stands proud when naked,
no shame in an aging frame,
clothed or unclothed beauty reigns.
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A Very Modern Cinderella (who Still Meets Her Prince)
- Published: January 27, 2026
in Humorous Poems

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

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
I don't want to go to the ball.

OK then I'll come - it won't be much fun
but to please you I'll go to the ball.

The food's not too bad - I don't feel so sad
that I gave in and came to the ball.

And there's an old chum - who thinks it's quite fun
to meet up with friends at the ball.

She wants me to meet - an old friend called Pete
who watched me arrive at the ball.

I look hard at Pete - my heart jumps a beat
I'm so glad I came to the ball.

Pete's really divine - one day he'll be mine
I hope you'll all come to the ball.
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A Specular Christmas
- Published: December 8, 2025
Preparing For Christmas

in Christmas Poems

My tasks for Christmas have begun
once the mistletoe's been hung.

Wrapped up presents under the tree,

My tasks for Christmas have begun
once the mistletoe's been hung.

Wrapped up presents under the tree,
hopefully opened up with glee.

A Christmas pudd and Christmas cake
amongst the other goodies I've baked.

The turkey stuffed, ready to cook,
from much loved recipes in my book.

Table laid, plus crackers and games,
to keep it all fun, that's the aim.

But, oh it's such hard work for me.
It really is hard work for me.

To keep it all fun. That's the aim,
table laid, plus crackers and games.

From much loved recipes in my book,
the turkey's stuffed, ready to cook.

Amongst other goodies, I've baked
a Christmas pudd and Christmas cake.

Hopefully opened up with glee,
wrapped up presents under the tree.

Once the mistletoe's been hung
my tasks for Christmas have begun.
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Another lovely poem, Ann. Best wishes, John Alexander.

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A Night In The Country
- Published: November 18, 2025
Poem About Noises In The Night

in Beauty of Nature Poems

I hear a muffled creak,
is that those old oak floors?

I see some dancing shadows,

I hear a muffled creak,
is that those old oak floors?

I see some dancing shadows,
ghostly flickerings on the walls.

Then there is a tapping noise,
rattling the window pane.

Next there is a dripping sound,
I hope that's just the rain!

I'm startled by a piercing shriek,
perhaps it is an owl?

A bit of peace, then I hear
a creature start to howl.

Now there is a scuffling noise,
up above my head.

Rustling, seems quite close
right now - is it on my bed?

Uncanny sounds unnerving me,
I really feel uptight.

I can't sleep now, I'm wide awake,
I'll just switch on the light.
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Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.

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The End Of The Day
- Published: July 31, 2025
A Memory Of My Husband

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.

A glass of wine nearby, he sat,
his spaniel beside him on the grass,
he flicked away a solitary wasp,
a buzzard circled overhead.

He watched both bird and insect
they were clearly to be seen,
unlike the predator within,
which lurked inside his bones.

Relaxed, he drank the wine,
a reminder of foreign climes,
snow slopes skied in Méribel,
boating trips on French canals.

Happy times, now long gone,
wine imbibed, creatures flown,
his empty glass caught the light
before the sun went down.
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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.

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