To Anne, On Her Seventieth Birthday Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
To Anne, On Her Seventieth Birthday
The scent of the dying flowers
Has overtaken the room
And I cannot bring myself to get rid of them
Because they remind me of you
And yr kindness
I sit alone typing poetry
As I always do when you are away
Thinking of the adventures in the city
And the late-night phone calls
We're old enough to be mothers
But act like teenagers trying to find ourselves
Still, we feel like that when we are together
You are my sister-in-arms
And we'll continue to fight for the right
To party
Beautiful Tribute. Your friend shines in this magnificent poem. The opening lines are so touching. To my Poem List.
I sit alone typing poetry.... you are living a life! Nice! !
A well penned tribute that touches the heart and brings a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 2:18:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I sit alone typing poetry, I know that feeling so well. Another beautiful gem from your hand and heart.