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.
Virginia, I was incredibly touched by your comments. It's so special when someone really appreciates what the death of a husband of nearly 60 years means. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Very best wishes, Ann.
I really relate to this poem and many of your other poems. I should love to know more about you and what started you on the path to becoming a poet. Perhaps you could fill in your bio on Family Friends? I should very much enjoy reading it. Very best wishes, Ann.
What a lovely comment, Abimbola. Your encouragement means a great deal to me. Thank you very much indeed.
Very best wishes, Ann.
How I love the way Robert Frost writes. Such a treat to read his poem on this site. More please...
Ann
My heart goes out to you. I'm just glad you find writing poetry is therapeutic. I found the same when we discovered my husband was terminally ill. Do keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.