Every living thing is just trying to get through the day.
We need to eat each other to survive but we don’t have to make each other suffer.
Great write indeed and it aligns with my number one life precept
” Cause no harm to any sentient creature”

Superb work.

I love this. It reminds me of a song.

“Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?”

All life is special and precious. Some have forgotten this simple truth. Excellent piece, my friend!

Peace and tranquility forever. Lovely poem. Excellent!!

Love you Adria
Jackie ❤️

I love this.
The way animals raised for meat are treated is not only cruel but unhealthy for humans on so many levels.
I stopped eating meat some years ago, and will take a spider or a mouse outside to release.
But the fire ant, the roach, and the carpenter bee I cannot abide.

This is truly beautiful, Damian.

What a sweet and seductive muse you have! A beautiful write, Damian!

This is beautiful. Very sigh worthy😊

excellent write

Dammit! I wish I could get the bookmark to work for me! Consider this one well & truly bookmarked! The muse is a sly creature…never know which road she’s gonna lead you down. But she always seems to do right by you, my friend

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Duende. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. They can be all that for sure. It just happens mine is pretty good at guiding the creative ship. Appreciate you.

Damian

Kind of feels like being married to a muse. A romance that sparks on pages. Great ink.

A lovely piece of writing Damian. Nice work.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. Glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you like these stories my friend. It’s therapeutic for me, helps me understand where the wheels fell off at certain points in time. My first portrayals of Joey G, were always in a negative light. Guess I was still mad, still am sometimes. But as I dug deeper I realized I couldn’t tell an accurate story without showing some good times every now and then. Little glimpses where we got it right, even if only for a bit. Appreciate you.

Damian

Your stories are always intriguing and in depth. Nice description here about your past.

Powerfully penned, Keith. What Mary said, sometimes making things right is comforting. Especially on a deathbed. For some reason when I read this I could hear, Robert Stack, narrating it. Like an Unsolved Mysteries episode. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I have Robert Stack on my GPS giving me directions. It reminds me of “Airplane”. I’m kidding.

You have just blown my mind with this piece, and there’s nothing insane about it. For once, it’s a vision of sanity, and I think everyone is on board with the beauty of forgiveness. It’s odd how death and finality have a way of changing our perspectives so abruptly. Setting things right can be so important. How fortunate were these two for having a middleman that kept them in touch.

Keith is it? I’m Meg. Thanks for that story!

Hello Adira. Glad you enjoyed this piece. Thank you for the gracious comments.

This was touching. Made me think of my last visit to my mother who was on hospice with breast cancer. She was barely able to open her eyes to see me, then she was able to make a smile, the last smile I ever saw from her. Cancer took her but couldn’t kill her sweet soul. Bravo 👏

Powerful and poignant.

Death brings either the sweetest or the meanest in human beings. In this case, it was love. A heartbreaking and heartwarming write. Both at the same time. Well done, buddy!