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.

This gives me the scene of a poet upon a stage, reciting their words to an eager crowd. I have a feeling that reciting it makes it stronger. A voice that knows where the bullets go.
Strong write. Awesomely done.

The moments like this are like balloons in the heart. Beautifully buoyant. This is what life should look like as a child…

I really am touched by this, probably because your childhood sounds a bit like my own. How marvelous it would be if we could all be born into solid, loving families, but alas–not in this world does it happen. Still, despite the lousy hand that life often deals, beautiful flowers may bloom from the poorest soil. I played in leaves, too… and mud puddles.

It’s a heart tugging piece, the harsh realities of the world where adults strip away the innocence of the young.
Thank you for sharing.

Thanks Wally.