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

There is no avoiding this crisis even with two working people in the same home, utilities and groceries are at an all time high. But there may be a reason for this like to pull families together. Tight

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Raw and honest write my friend. There is so much chaos and uncertainty right now in America. All we can do is be there for our family and friends. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can totally relate to this poem. This gov’t shutdown has made me incredibly nauseous and sick. The shenanigans these assholes create, jeopardizing hard working people for what. Their gain?! Well said Brenda! Looks like the shutdown is coming to an end real soon. Hopefully your daughter is ok. xo

What a lovely piece of writing Fia. Great rhymes, outstanding flow.

nothing wicked about this, but the sadness of it hits home here.
you display strength and insight.
thanks for sharing.
🙏💚

Yes a little sad but we think of life as a little calloused and the piece fits. Tight

Chère F.,
My heart jumps up a little, when I see you’ve posted one of your beautiful writes.
And this one is a wake up call for me. I’ve never given much thought about my hands as is done here.
It reminds me to work harder in my allotment garden.
An allotment garden on the edge of Amsterdam? Some people have all the luck huh?

Great poem.
I’ll be looking out for the next one.
Warm regards, Gus

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

While the reader can not fail to get the message that both runs throughout and underpins this epic post, the penultimate and summative lines are surely to die for .. Write on sister F .. Neville 😎🌻👍

Such a bittersweet piece. The ache and yearn…and the stepping back. Totally felt

This is some vivid, intense scenery you painted here, Fia
Your words flowed very well for my eyes to follow and my mind to absorb.
Just lovely….

Magnificently sensual and breathtakingly passionate. I could feel this encounter unfold through your vivid and powerful telling that brought me into the depths of the hearts of these lovers. And that closing with the calloused hand withdrawing made for an ending to be remembered, my friend.

John

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Could feel the hurt in your words my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

An awesome, bittersweet and heart touching poem, dear Crimsin! Brilliantly written!

Most excellent, my friend. Keep on touching my heart.

How is it fair to find the perfect one so long after finding your one true love, is it fate showing a sense of humor, Tight

Brilliant

Beautiful. Only you can write these sad pieces with such delicate precision.

LOVE THIS!! Love the art work! Love the song/poem!!

There is so much to say about this poem/song, but not sure where to begin. Yes, racism and bigotry are taught, whether in the home or even more in a society where racism is built into its very fabric and from the very beginning. Genocide and Slavery (yes existing today), are the founding morality and ethos of this country, of the whole capitalist development. America was NEVER GREAT and has always been 2 countries within a single country. In today’s world and society, we see the results and continuation of this divide. And, unless it is stopped, everything will get even worse.

Drieks, your poem is right on time!! Sing it LOUD!! Back in the day, we would say: “Seize the time; Seize the power”!

Curt

Beautifully ugly truth, my friend. This may seem unrelated because it is so mild by comparison. But, it reminded me of when I was in high school in my small town of Waco, Texas. I had begun writing then and I was also active in Speech and Drama competition. I wanted to use my own work, but that was not allowed, so I adopted the pen name, “L. Cohen,” a phonetic rearrangement of the letters of my name, of a sort. My mother was aghast. “Why choose THAT name? she asked. I explained, and she said, “But that’s JEWISH! Aren’t you worried?” “Why would I be worried, mom? I asked her, innocently. “Oh, never mind, she said. I was truly puzzled. We had never talked about race. We had never been around people of other races. But I knew racism when I heard it, and I was hearing it from my own mother. Though I never heard her say an unkind word about anyone of any race, I never looked at her the same way again. Later that year, our school desegregated, 1965. Oddly (many people thought), there were no problems — at least, not among the kids. It was simply “novel” at worst. At best, I had some new friends.

Powerfully penned, Drieks. Incredible lyrics my friend you are one with your craft. Excellent work as always, your arrangement complements the lyrics nicely. And the message is received.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Love this Lady, call it out

Drieks amiga! What a powerful message. I’m honored to know you!
I can’t say I’ve experienced racism. Not the way my parents did back in the day.
My mom was very involved with who I hung out with and their parents.
If she didn’t like them it was a no fly zone. lol
My mom would love this!

The world needs this right now. It’s like we are going backwards as a society.
Not just with the color of our skin but in tolerance of different perspectives.

Thank you so much for your kind words. I am not worthy 🙏
The current president seems to be from another planet so maybe i’ll have a chance! 🤷‍♀️