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 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 getting to know you through Family Friends.
Very best wishes, Ann x
Oh how I feel for you in your grief. I lost my husband a year and a half ago and the grief seems to get worse and worse. We had been together for over sixty years. Sending you my very best wishes. Ann.
I too have lost my husband of 58 years. I didn't really know what grief was until after his death. I also began writing late in life. I went to a writing for well-being course after my husband's cancer was diagnosed. I find writing helps. Very best wishes, Ann.
Oh how well I recognise the emotion behind this poem. I wrote my poem She Tried to Fit In under similar circumstances. Very best wishes, Ann.
Oh for more poems like this, which leave you with a feel good factor. Keep writing! Very best wishes, Ann.