I enjoyed how this came full circle.
It started with an irritating bumpy grocery car wheel then at the end he didn’t care about his dented rim.
It’s symbolic because it shows movement your write. How your day can start out mundane but end on a high note.
I enjoyed the read:)

Thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

I go through the same dilemma with the shopping carts, Sam. I always get the one that feels like there’s an earthquake commencing. How funny! I loved how you allowed your reader to follow through your excursion from aisle to aisle, frozen foods and pink toenails. What a gem. Much enjoyed…and I love this photo of you, too!

Thank you, Kelly. There are the ones that won’t steer straight, also. I tell my single 34 year-old son to spend more time at the grocery store.

I wish it was my voice. Unfortunately between covid & asthma I no longer have the pipes I once did. My daughter…she’s got the mother-lode in voice skills. But no, it’s not me or my daughter. Thank you for the moment & welcome to the Stars. Look forward to seeing where you take us

One can’t feel loss if they’ve never had anything to lose.
Terrific write. Poignant and personal.🙏💋🙏🙏

Great write willow.
This touches the soul and gives it a squeeze.
Wonderful writing chica:)

No always a good reason to write, perhaps, but you always write them good. Tribute poems are the “in spite of death”. It can never be final as long as we never let go.
This is a statue, done in delicate honor. You created another corner in heaven.
Well written, Willow.

Life is a battle. And there are those who battle for us. It is hard when we lose those people. Great ink friend.

Beautifully penned, Willow. Loved the arrangement. Starting with just vocal & piano, then introducing another instrument every verse throughout. First the bass line was nice, add some light drums, some strings, add in a build, then a harder drum beat, really enjoyed your choice of music. It pulled at my heartstrings my friend, the subtle changes added layers. Excellent work!! A lovely tribute. Appreciate you.

Damian

Makes us think of the month of Abib and the Exodus, why?

Thank you. When do we get to see your words on the screen? There’s not a lot of interaction happening here these days, but I’m happy to hear new voices and support talent and heart!

Get some words up and I will be there for them. I haven’t figured out the support system here yet. I started out trying to comment on everything I could but some never reply, many don’t reciprocate and eventually I gave up. I will never be part of the “it” crowd, but I am solidly in the corner of sincere crowd, if that fits your needs. There are a few who are incredibly supportive. I’m grateful for them, support in return and don’t stress the rest. At the moment this is the best option available. Hopefully it will remain that. 😊

All the Moons have their hold on me. This lovely poem held me for a spell and I was fearless yet tinged with a healing sorrow felt for the many dear folks that have flown.
I was born on a New Moon. It is always enlightening for me during its waxing.
Be well friend.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt the sting of your words. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

We do what we must. Well, the good ones do! Like you.
Speak your words, Fia. Take a bow and some praise. It ain’t easy out there. Luckily you’ve discovered the therapy of ceative writing. It DOES help. It can save souls, if we trust ourselves to focus on hope.
Wonderful, uplifting write my dear.

Man. I can relate to this. Not just myself but with my friends and family.
There is no telling where I’d be without my mom. She is my rock.
So empowering!! Thank you for posting !!

The kids are everything. And if they’re not…something ain’t right. Felt this one in my maternal DNA.

Whatever it takes!

Life can be cruel and unfair, so I thank God for mothers like this. It is my great hope that their sacrifices will be rewarded–if not in this life, then the next.

Life is a fight. You have invoked a great feeling of grit and determination.
Regards James

I felt this deep in my marrow. Your dedication to those children renewed my faith in humankind. The struggle to keep your children fed and housed moved my heart deeply. This is truly one of your very best poems. It speaks to me of a mother’s love and her oh so protective spirit t keep her children safe, healthy, and well. This is much more than a poem it is a living breathing testament to a mother’s love. I loved this so much.

John