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.
Yes, I too sat by my Mother's bed as she died. It was therefore very moving to read your poem. You paint a very clear picture.
Very best wishes,
Ann
Oh Pat, another lovely poem to brighten up my day. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Love and very best wishes, Ann. Keep writing...
Yep - a good message for us all. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.
A wonderful truly well known poem. Oh to be able to write poetry like that...
I really liked this poem including the title. It holds a lovely message. I look forward to reading more of your poetry. Best wishes, Ann.