Fantastic!

Beautifully penned, Mstrmnd. Such a heartfelt tribute to your dad my friend. Excellent storytelling as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

Reading this I can feel how much he means to you. As a parent you want to make sure you are doing the right thing and of course we have the memories of the children growing up. But we forget we are the child as well. We have past memories further back of being raised. Hmm this is making me feel more than I thought. Very good writing.

Thank you..and yes he means the world to me..but Ive taken time and the cycle of life for granted..wish I had more time..thanks for commenting

Oh. The buildup in this. All the details and building blocks of growing up. Cherishing our memories and time.
Time is the most reliable thing. It is ever present and we tend to push it aside. Put visits off or do a check in occasionally.
I completely relate to this.
My mom is 75 and doesn’t get around like she used to. This year i did all the cooking and she still felt the need to
to be bossy! Even when we were at the grocery store! Hahaha. It’s a mother/daughter thing! Her gift to me is humor. It was always in our household.
And love, I can feel this in your write. Even the admiration and respect you had for each other.
This got me a little teary eyed at the end.
God bless

Beautifully penned, Amethyste. Excellent write per usual my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic, Amethyst.

This is a hard hitting one because I do relate to this piece.i enjoy your work

Oh! it makes me think back to simpler times when things weren’t all amuck.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent lyrics my friend. Really dig the musical accompaniment. I heard gospel and r&b elements maybe a touch of Motown. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Not everything comes shiny and new for Christmas but its the effort that counts
Unfortunately, when tragedy happens it doesn’t care what day it is.
I hope you and your family had a great Christmas Day:). Always focus on the positive here and now chica:)
They carry us through the hard times.

Merry Christmas 🎄

This poem honors the truth many people carry through the holidays—the quiet grief, the missing chairs, the love that survives scarcity. It’s honest without bitterness, and that makes it powerful.

I live a dual awareness, I think. Because I’m so familiar with the shadows, I’m aware that others might be struggling even while I’m thriving. I was there once. And could be again one day. I honor those memories and those souls as best I can. My experiences helped me raise a daughter more aware and giving than she might have been in other circumstances. We believe strongly in giving back and paying it forward. Thank you, Honoria…it’s good to see you roaming the halls

It seems that the more favorable holiday has shifted to thanks giving.

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

Damian

This is a something you will have to ponder on and hope to get the answer to.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic, my friend.