I Never Saw Her Cry. Poem by Ann Beard

thats a way i can see myself out of this life.

so sad Ann, my mom went suddenly in her sleep, but this reminds me so much of when my dad went, just like it, ty for sharing

I can see this and I can feel it and your words are beautiful wishing you a lovely evening Pia

Great sorrow in simple, touching form. Good write.

Heart wrenching by the bucket loads... some ends of life are tenderly balanced by the drips of morphine that replaces the stole-end tears... Not only were your hands able to reach out and hold comfort but you are able to write words that can continually be passed on

Dear friend Ann, I have read this poem before, but it moved me too much to comment. Now I return to say thank you for sharing it with us. If a poem is well written it is good. If it can also link the reader and poet emotionally, it is excellent. Irene

if ever the time came that we could choose favourite poets...well. your definately one of mine. I wonder, if someone close passed away?

This is a wonderful poem. Iove your rhym scheme and it's all so natural. This is my kind of poem. Ron

Straight talking sentiments that add to the pleasure of this peice.

I agree with Andrew here, the emotion is very powerful in this, you have put alot into this Thankyou for sharing such a personal write Love duncan X