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.
Patricia, I love it when you comment on my poems. You always say such lovely things, which means a great deal as you write so beautifully yourself.
Oh Pat, another brilliant poem! As always, you've said it all. Growing old is a pain...
Love and best wishes,
Ann
Lovely idea - how I wish I could have my husband back again - just for tonight...
Best wishes,
Ann
Lovely to read that well known poem yet again. It makes me smile and also want to clap - it's such a great poem. Oh wow, imagine being like that - whilst I hide, Maya she does nothing but rise! Ann
This poem should be shouted from the rooftops. Oh for worldwide peace. We have enough problems with climate change, we do not need wars. Well done writing it Beryl. Best wishes, Ann.