THE IDES OF MARCH

Cherry

By Linda Wigzell Cress

Thu, 19 Mar 2015
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Woke up this morning

Feeling cold

Feeling old

Older than yesterday

Anyway.

Without warning

I see my husband hold

A ring of white gold!

For my Birthday.

Today.

 

While I’m still mourning

Being young(ish) no more

Knock at the door

Flowers on the way –

Mother’s Day!

I’m still yawning

(Being one plus sixty-four) –

But the kids I adore

Have come to play.

What more to say?

Happy day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

I love how you turn the sadness for the passing of years into the positive where there is much joy still to be found - ending with a smile and happy rhymes.

Bee

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Thanks Bee, Thank goodness for family eh!

 

Linda

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Nice to be appreciated  both in presents and in such visits, even though they may entail more work! I like the simplicity of the writing too. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Hi Rhiannon.  My Birthday (on the Ides of March) being Mothers Day this year  I took the easy option and took them all to a restaurant. Such a nice but busy week. Thanks for commenting.

Linda

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Like Rhiannon I like the simplicity of this Linda; it fits with your husband and your grandchildren's simple wish to raise your spirits on those fixed calendar days we all have to live in.smiley

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

Hello Elsie.  I wasn't looking forward to this week much - but my lovely family made it very special.

Linda

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bitter sweet, this Linda.  Such is life.

Tina

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Getting old is not great...

but, considering the alternative...........

Anyway, a very fine piece of poetry!!!