Oh, the sweet treats she brings
Out of love and kindness
Bless her heart
For she knows not love’s blindness
Her white teeth glimmer
Through full parted lips
She leans toward my chair
And plants a soft kiss
Luscious red berries
On the bòrd she does place
She lingers nearby
Expectation on her face
I oblige with a berry
And swallow steadfast
A pernicious bitterness
Leaves me aghast
I fall to the floor
But before I depart
She crouches down low
And says “bless your heart”
W3 Prompt #88: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Lesley, prompts us to write a poem inspired by Robert Burns, incorporating “some local dialect, slang, and/or colloquialism from where you live.”
“Bless your (her/his/their) heart” is an expression used in the southern United States to express genuine sympathy, but can also be used as an insult, such as to one’s intellect or judgment.

Jenn, your poetic tale unfolds like a southern breeze, carrying the sweet scent of red berries and the complexities of human interaction. The clever use of “bless your heart” adds a touch of charm, making your verses all the more delightful! 🍓📜
~David
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Thank you, David! 😊 This was a tough one for me.
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Jenn, hi! 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the delightful Aboli Mane, is now live!
Enjoy!
Much love 💖
David
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Beautiful 😍 post
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Thank you!😊
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Welcome 🙏 freinds
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Beautifully written
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Thank you, Sadje!😊
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You’re most welcome
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I really enjoyed this, I didn’t know the two meanings of “bless your heart” and love how you used this in the unfolding …. 💞Suzanne
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Thank you, Suzanne! 😊
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Great photo and post for this week 😀
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Thank you, Cee! 😊
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Entertaining! I only recently learned the two meanings of “bless your heart” from a friend originally from Arkansas. 😁
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Thank you! Yes, difficult to know how to take it when it is directed at you…
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Definitely! Hah, I’m sure it can lead to some awkward moments.
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Sarah this was so wickedly clever! My sister and several nieces and nephews and their families live in Georgia, bless their hearts. Some came up to Michigan over Christmas and built their first snowmen! Their grandmother is taking daily photos that show the slow demise of the snowman…
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Oops! I’m sorry Jennifer! I was reading the comments and had Sarah’s name stuck in my head! You really captured the essence of this prompt! And YOU are wicked clever!
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No worries, Val. Thank you!😊
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This poem delights me. I love the rhythm and flow it possesses. The scene it presents is beautiful, sweet and full of warmth… until the final twist. 😁 (wonderful touch of dark humour).
Brilliant! I love it.
Bless your heart, JJJ ❤️
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Thanks, Lesley (I think)! 😉
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Oops, did I get the ending wrong? I thought he died of red berry poisoning? I loved the twist and humour of that. Did he not die?
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Yes, he did. I was just joking about your “bless your heart” comment, given its double meaning.
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Phew! That’s good. The change of nuance and meaning are too subtle for a poor Brit like me, JJJ 😂
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😁
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Lovely Jennifer ❤️
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Thank you, AJ!
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