Happy Birthday cuz. This is one of those poems that make you feel…sad while telling you the truth.

Happy birthday my dear pisces friend… a big hug!

First, I hope you had a fantastic and soul-filling birthday. I have read this one 3 times now. I finish, sigh, scroll back up and read it again. It sinks into the mental marrow and stirs thoughts. You are a master of layers, my friend. I’m glad this one bubbled out of the “not yet” vault. It needed sunlight and shadows on its bones

Congratulations Damian on finding these words & breathing fresh life into each one .. Oh’ and on your birthday too .. Neville 😎👍

Captivating and intriguing piece.

You’ve got me hooked from the start. I was drawn to this by its title.

Strong choice of words. Exquisite in its own way.

A bold and daring read. x

Damian this song on mortality and the grim reaper was one of your very best. The sheer lyrical strength was formidable here. I loved every roaring line. You really made this come alive for me. I am amazed.

John

We long for what we can not have…. I don’t know why but I think it’s a universal law of nature.. nice poem

Beautifully penned, Brenda. An amazing and passionate write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a sweet poem. Make one think of the past.

Nicely put. Sometimes we take chances and hope for the best.
Enjoyed the read!

Beautifully penned, 253. Excellent write my friend. There is always a person who can see through all the smoke and mirrors one might try to hide behind, I speak from experience of course. Amazing read. Appreciate you.

Damian

“It never even existed” well felt that and I am pretty sure a lot of people do… Really good piece.

When i first wrote this, it was from her perspective. Listening to her talk about it and how she felt about it. It wasn’t until later that I had reason to relate to it as she did. She never saw the poem or heard the song until recently because I didn’t want to scratch the wound. But she’s heard it now. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

My daughter only heard it today and has announced that I should be the official lyricist of her life. It’s finally been long enough that the pain isn’t as fresh, so I let her hear it for the first time. That “chorus” was a recent addition…written from fresh understanding of my own. Thank you, my friend

My daughter is an amazing woman…just not his amazing. And that’s not his loss or hers. She gained a lot of sense of self from the experience and is a stronger person than she was then. Like her mother, she’s a giver. And that usually involves giving too much leeway and too many chances. Hope dies slowly, I guess. Thank you, Honoria

Powerful work. Tremendous writing.

There is a fire of honesty and feeling here.
This stood out:
“it’s not how you held me…

it’s what you held back…”

Great work
Regards
James

Hi Willow!
The poem is great but with the added song, it sounds so smooth. Like velvet.
Just awesome!