Beautifully penned, Nick. A very heartfelt write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Sounds like you’ve got yourself a touchstone. When the world rolls heavy on you, she’s the solid that makes it bearable. Beautiful, my friend

You are a diamond H. I just wish you believed in yourself a liitle bit more. Of course I have moved on, but I still climb into an empty bed. Someone whispered a secret to me – they told me Bruges is so romantic in the spring

What a Xmas day that was. My niece is so blonde and attractive and some twat couldn’t keep his hands to himself. No one, and I mean no one, fucks with my family. He was a short little prick (and I never use height as a bully boy tactic) but boy, he got it. My Dad would have been proud of me. End of.

Nothing more to write Hon. xx

I’m a sucker for people who split Spanish and English.
So this write was a pleasant surprise!
The whole poem is a gem but the ending is perfection:)

Merry Christmas 🎄

Let it out, Rob. The grief subsides, but the hole remains. We try to find a corner of our soul to store such things in, because they aren’t going away. So, we adjust. Writing is and always will be a tonic for us. You make a good medicine man.
I had a horrible habit of sticking up for anyone that needed it, back in the day. All the younger years of fighting my brother, I didn’t realize at first how good I was at it. Nowadays I have to be smarter. I’m older, etc. But… LOL
I loved your write. The capacity to find the words to convey your thoughts isn’t always easy. But you found a way, with a great result. Write on.

I’m loving the feel of this!
Especially the fall:)

Beautifully penned, Amethyste. What a lovely write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I love it!

Fantastic!

Beautifully penned, Mstrmnd. Such a heartfelt tribute to your dad my friend. Excellent storytelling as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

Reading this I can feel how much he means to you. As a parent you want to make sure you are doing the right thing and of course we have the memories of the children growing up. But we forget we are the child as well. We have past memories further back of being raised. Hmm this is making me feel more than I thought. Very good writing.

Thank you..and yes he means the world to me..but Ive taken time and the cycle of life for granted..wish I had more time..thanks for commenting

Oh. The buildup in this. All the details and building blocks of growing up. Cherishing our memories and time.
Time is the most reliable thing. It is ever present and we tend to push it aside. Put visits off or do a check in occasionally.
I completely relate to this.
My mom is 75 and doesn’t get around like she used to. This year i did all the cooking and she still felt the need to
to be bossy! Even when we were at the grocery store! Hahaha. It’s a mother/daughter thing! Her gift to me is humor. It was always in our household.
And love, I can feel this in your write. Even the admiration and respect you had for each other.
This got me a little teary eyed at the end.
God bless