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 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.
How lovely to read a poem which brought a smile to my face. Thank you. Best wishes, Ann.
A very special poem - you make it clear that family matters above all. Very best wishes, Ann.
'In every ending a new chapter begins' - a beautiful line - oh, how I hope you are right.
Very best wishes, Ann