Oh To Be Like My Flowering Cherry Tree
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.
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
My tasks for Christmas have begun
once the mistletoe's been hung.
Wrapped up presents under the tree,
Another lovely poem, Ann. Best wishes, John Alexander.
I hear a muffled creak,
is that those old oak floors?
I see some dancing shadows,
Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.
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.
There is something about this poem that I can really relate to. I look forward to reading more of your work. Very best wishes, Ann.
Yes, I know exactly how you feel - I'm sure a number of others will too. Sadly the joy has gone out of Christmas for many of us.
I'm so delighted you chose to promote this poem, as through this I discovered the rest of your poems published by Family Friends. A wonderful discovery - keep writing. Best wishes, Ann.
Oh to have someone write a beautiful poem like that for me. It's lovely, truly lovely. Very best wishes, Ann.
Oh how I feel for you. I lost my husband over a year ago and I'm still struggling. Keep writing - I found that helped. Very best wishes, Ann.