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.
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.
Oh, I'm so, so sorry to read of the loss of your wife. I relate to your poem so well having recently lost my husband. Like you, I found it helped to write about it. My very best wishes, Ann.
What brilliant news - both about your help in the home and the fact that you are writing again. My poetry writing has definitely come to an end since my husband died. Very best wishes, Ann.
A lovely poem - my husband was also a soldier, but I didn't receive any beautiful poems like that when he was away!