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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 Hampshire 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

Flickering Firelight
- Published: October 12, 2026
Happy Memory Of Times Now Passed

in Husband Poems

Warm glowing embers
reflected gently dying flames of passion
between us.

Warm glowing embers
reflected gently dying flames of passion
between us.

Sparks still crackled in the hearth,
as we looked into each other's eyes
and remembered.

Remembered our youth, so long ago,
when we loved
lying in the flickering firelight.
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A Beneficial Bonfire
- Published: September 8, 2026
Benefits Of Lighting A Bonfire

in Sonnet Poems

Rubbish in my head can smoulder on
creating smokey fumes which fog my brain
and when I think the murky clouds have gone
a few small sparks will bring them back again.

Rubbish in my head can smoulder on
creating smokey fumes which fog my brain
and when I think the murky clouds have gone
a few small sparks will bring them back again.

Time to step outside and make a real fire
a myriad sparkles as it bursts alight
glowing growing flames stretch ever higher
smoke spirals as it wafts off out of sight.

There's warmth as all that rubbish burns away
transforming itself into treasured ash
which serves to nurture earth another day
and helps to make the flowers bloom afresh.

A bonfire of those thoughts from long ago
can make me smile and feel an inner glow.
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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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