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.
Cynthia,
Thank you for your kind words - it means a lot to me as I love the way you write.
Very best wishes,
Ann
I've just been reading more of your poems. This one, like many of your other poems, relates to how I feel. I, like you, get great comfort from other poets on Family Friends. Writing about my feelings during my husband's terminal illness and subsequent death, was a great help to me, as I understand it was for you too. Very best wishes, Ann.
I remember it well! You have captured it all beautifully. Very best wishes, Ann.
I'm so sorry - it's terrible to lose someone you love, whether it's death or separation. My husband died over a year ago and I still miss him dreadfully - like you, I wish I had spent more time telling him how much he was loved by me.
Very best wishes, Ann.
I've only just found this poem of yours - I like it very much. I must look out for more of your work. Very best wishes, Ann.