This is a thought-provoking piece.

Thanks Fia….

Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

A quiet, stoic acceptance. Letting go takes real strength. I am beginning to learn myself. Thank you.

Stay true to yourself, my friend.

Fia, never a need to apologize for being honest. You have a huge heart my friend and I know how much you want all of us to thrive and be comfortable in our home while continuing to build ourselves a prosperous community. Thanks for all that you do! Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thank you for all you are doing. The other sites are boring and soulless. This site has seen considerable growth, and I appreciate our diverse group of poets and writers having a place to congregate.

The site is BEAUTIFUL and fun, Fia. Also, you were the first one to reach out to me. I appreciate the great effort you do, because talking to the site members and working on this site is a HUGE job. Thank you for that. It surprises me that someone has been nasty to you, but just so you know – and I believe I speak for many – there are more of us who support you 🙂

Al

Kickass! Great job with your constant evolution, Fia!

Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

This is so light-hearted, and the innocence of watching children play is sweet. Now the sister swooping down had me laughing. This is a fun read.

Thank you, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I used some pretty old cowboy and super hero names, so don’t feel bad if you didn’t recognize them.

As a sister looking for someone to play with while my brother is off having fun with his friends, I can say with glee I was the demon in pink boots, lol. Childhood nostalgia at its best. Great piece, Sam!

I know I’ve said it before but you really are the master of this writing genre Sam .. This one as always made me chuckle no end .. Write on my friend .. Neville 😎👍

This was a very enjoyable read. It takes me back.
Regards James

Thank you.

Nailed it….👍

Beautiful words. Rich and full of imagery.
Regards
James

“Over time the room stretches” that is so true.

Damn, Bricky, you may be right. It’s been a while since I’ve been anywhere where grief is part of the landscape, but I recall times when I have been among those who are helplessly lost in their grief at the loss of a loved one, and the air was palpably thick with it, cloying, making it difficult to breathe. You are absolutely correct, my friend!