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.
Something about this poem really caught my attention. You have used some wonderful phrases. Really special. I must look up and see what else you have written. Best wishes, Ann.
Peggy,
I wondered if you write poetry yourself. I don't seem to be able to find any of your work online...
Very best wishes,
Ann
Peggy,
Thank you so much. Your comments mean a great deal.
Very best wishes,
Ann
I am so, so sorry to hear of your recent trauma. Goodness life can be really tough at times, but you of all people don't deserve this. You bring so much pleasure to others with your poetry.
Sending special love,
Ann x
Yet another great poem. Well done - keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.