hello dearest Chris a very heartfelt write I hate cycles and I love seasons why must everything always be changing? I take my moments where I can and have become secure with being invisible I used to draw attention not intentionally but I did none the less…I wish relationships lasted longer than cycles and seasons great write ❤️

one of my favorites stanza And we’re right!
Always right.
Always, always, and in all ways …right.

A great piece, this is great advice for both males and females. Tight

Wonderful write! Reminds me of my daughter, too. They are miraculous, aren’t they?
❤️k

Beautifully done.

Beautifully penned, Willow. In the book it belongs! Excellent tribute to your daughter, such a powerful message my friend. Amazing arrangement that fit the power of the meaning. Amazing work. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello beautiful Willow you did beautiful job raising and guiding such a spirit ❤️

This is so heartfelt since I have 2 girls myself. Love what you wrote about your daughter.

I have witnessed this. To pay close attention to another’s entire being is to be rewarded with infinite wonders and friendships.
Your poem is so thoughtful and tender while bearing a harsh truth.
🙏💚

Awesome awareness of her value. It is old news, that our looks will fade and our health will wane, so what we have of value on the inside is what will sustain us. That fortitude to be a decent human even if surrounded by “less”. it is our shine, our aura, that will never fade. Sounds like she has hers intact, probably many thanks to you, dear Willow.

Her pedigree of character and consciousness has never fallen
far from the Tree that bore the amazing fruit she has blossomed into

Much respect always

Naaj

This is an awesome tribute to your daughter, dear Willow! You raised her in the light of the only true values that matter – sustainable values of love, peace and understanding. You must be very proud of your daughter. She is really beautiful, she has a beautiful soul!

Excellent .. I just know for sure you are both so very lucky .. just being and having each other .. write on Willow 😎🌻👍

I only raised her so far…and the rest is her own indomitable spirit. She speaks, I listen. I am amused how often we say the same thing at the same time. She used to roll her eyes. Now she just laughs. I guess there are worse things than thinking like her mother. Thank you, girl

Fantastic ink Willow

Bat

Powerfully penned, Kesner. Killer imagery and an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hi there. Love the atmosphere & description on this write. Marvelous!

Thanks, voi. Good to hear that. Very, very much appreciated 🕊️🙏

Powerfully penned, Kesner. Crisp and precise imagery, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Many thanks, Damian. Means a lot. 🕊️🙏

Lovely description. Enjoyed the vision you created.

Many thanks, voi. Made my day 🙏🕊️

Oh, I wish for just one hour to play as a child in your impossible meadow, or just five minutes as the old man I am; what a wonder that would be! But I will take this one out on occasion and play with it here in my head a while when troubling times require some canny lift-me-up. Yes, this will do nicely, but there’s always room for more. Thank you fredd; I’m still smiling, and I know it will grace my face several times tonight as I drift away to wherever we go when life releases us to fumble in the darkness. Thank you for this lovely present.