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.
A great poem and I absolutely love the last line. It reminds me of my poem 'Endless Summer', we obviously have similar memories. Very best wishes, Ann.
I think you will find that there are many people who relate to this poem. I know that I do for one. Very best wishes, Ann.
Such a special poem. I always think writing about difficult times helps. A number of people will relate to your words. Beautifully written. Very best wishes, Ann
What a lovely poem - truly moving. Very special. Best wishes, Ann.
Hurray! Another lovely poem from you. That has brightened my day. Please keep writing. With much love and very best wishes, Ann xxxx