Greetings, Adira 🥀

Thank you for your time taken to read and review this rather poignant piece in homage to a failed romance.
The verse you’ve selected to highlight (I think) is the core of this work … good eye and insight in understanding it’s significance.

Your praise inspires me, too … hugs! ⁓ Richard🖌

Dear S.
Oddly, this poem made me hopeful. I don’t even know why. Maybe this; I know you worked well and hard to make this poem and while you were doing it, you may have felt it relieve your sorrow and emptiness. Am I wrong? If I’m lucky, when I’m low and have the freedom to write, if I’m not put upon by some duty or demand and I find few words to write, it frees me a bit from my palatable discord. Is this it?
Thanks for writing this.
Jim

This poem gives me a feeling that the writer is tired but will continue their plight on putting words on the page. Nice;))

Powerfully penned, LDF. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is sweet. You capture innocence seen on a young girl from a males pov. Enjoyed this

Awww that is so sweet. Nice memory.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t show my tender side often, this one was letting my guard down, big time. It was a special memory, in fact they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. That and I didn’t want to damage them mentally by not understanding why daddy drinks so much. I didn’t want to scar them. I brought tears to my own eyes now. Best choice I ever made. Appreciate you.

Damian

Ditto.

Born in Minnesota so snow has a special place in my heart. Although I prefer to watch it through a window. When the kids get excited about it, it’s like magic is happening. My daughter is a huge winter fan. She talks about how she would beg to go out in snowfall & I would bundle her up to keep her warm. Made sense to me. She saw it differently…”Mom, I was bundled so snug I practically needed to be folded to get on my sled. I was a starfish!” This one brought back memories…& laughter, my friend