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.
I'm not sure I agree about the flowers - I love to see beautiful flowers in a church. However, having fairly recently lost my husband and a number of my closest friends, I definitely relate to the way you write about grief. Very best wishes, Ann.
Such a touching story with a perfect ending. As you say, holding out a helping hand to those in need can achieve wonders. Very best wishes, Ann.
I too have always loved this poem and agree wholeheartedly with its overriding message. Ann
I just love your work, as I've said so often before. I hate to think of you ever feeling down, as you do so much to lift up others with your writing. All the very best, Ann.
Speaking as an elderly person myself, I found your poem very touching. All the best, Ann.