THE IDES OF MARCH
By Linda Wigzell Cress
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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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I love how you turn the
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.
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Nice to be appreciated both
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
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Like Rhiannon I like the
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.
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Bitter sweet, this Linda.
Bitter sweet, this Linda. Such is life.
Tina
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Getting old is not great...
Getting old is not great...
but, considering the alternative...........
Anyway, a very fine piece of poetry!!!
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