Oh To Be Like My Flowering Cherry Tree
In Spring she blossoms forth,
no concerns of what to wear,
festooned in flowered finery.
Ann D. Stevenson
About Ann D. Stevenson
Ann D. Stevenson only began writing after she retired, when she joined a Writing for Well-Being course. It was during a difficult time, as her husband had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She found writing very therapeutic, more especially poetry. It was a real boost to her morale when Family Friend Poems began publishing her poems.
Ann was married for well over 50 years, but sadly is now widowed. However, she is lucky enough to have two happily married children and four grandchildren. She now lives in The Cotswolds in the UK. In the past, Ann has worked as a teacher, helped in a children’s home and spent some time as a PA.
Ann was married for well over 50 years, but sadly is now widowed. However, she is lucky enough to have two happily married children and four grandchildren. She now lives in The Cotswolds in the UK. In the past, Ann has worked as a teacher, helped in a children’s home and spent some time as a PA.
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A Very Modern Cinderella (who Still Meets Her Prince)
No, no, no - I feel really low
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I don't want to go to the ball.
My hair is a mess - I can't find a dress -
A Specular Christmas
My tasks for Christmas have begun
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once the mistletoe's been hung.
Wrapped up presents under the tree,Featured Shared StoryAnother lovely poem, Ann. Best wishes, John Alexander.
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A Night In The Country
I hear a muffled creak,
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is that those old oak floors?
I see some dancing shadows,Featured Shared StoryThank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.
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The End Of The Day
in Husband Death Poems
A glass of wine nearby, he sat,
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his spaniel beside him on the grass,
he flicked away a solitary wasp,
a buzzard circled overhead.Featured Shared StoryThank 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.
Poems by Ann D. Stevenson
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Oh yes, to live all alone and wonder each day, when will it end and what price must we pay... Another of your poems for me to relate to. Very best wishes, Ann.
Another lovely poem, James. I didn't know about swifts before and absolutely loved the poem's ending. Very best wishes, Ann.
I don't believe we can judge what a poet actually meant when he wrote a poem, we can only know for sure what the poem means to us. I definitely know that this poem means a great deal to me.
Hi John, thanks for taking the time to comment on my poem. Yes, Christmas changes over the years for each of us. Since my husband died and the grandchildren are now pretty grown up, there's definitely a bit of magic missing.
Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.