My goodness, this hit me in the gut. My mother passed 8 years ago. But I still sense her keeping an eye on me from above…so I must weigh my decisions carefully.
very relatable write.
j.

Short and sweet — or sweaty. I’ve got to admit, Sam, we were very much alike. Thoughts always moved toward females and food, and the latter would always lose out to the former. I got a good laugh out of the ending. You’re very good at doing that.

Thanks. The story is about half true.

I love it! Like a 1970’s memory or movie! Starring Sammy Dickens as himself. Most of mine are like that unless I experiment a bit. A couple from the dude perspective and a trilogy as a dog.

Thank you so much.

The life of a leaf. Wonderful personification in this, and nice analogy for how life is for a human…except the only tree we fall off of is our family tree…..At times, I got pushed off of mine….but somehow this leaf got off the ground and found another spot in the tree.
j.

‘climbing the notes to where you are
so high in the atmosphere
and yes I know I’m sky scraping
but damn you are fine’

fine writing.. seems you’v found why, where and how: the person has added ‘special’ to everything

Next to last stanza is so-well worded. This quite sensual but not blatant, which makes it poetry that is a pleasure to read.
I also really like the stanza that emmagreen pointed out.
You have a nice variety to your writing.
I clicked that I was mature enough to read this poem. Even though I am 75, I probably scammed on being mature enough.

j.

Brenda, this is one of your best pieces… truly well spoken!

I found myself spinning with the joy of fulfillment to be. Thanks dear Crimsin. (It’s not a sin ;))

It’s almost 7PM here, but ty dear!
I’m in Rhode Island
are you in Nova Scotia?

Passionately penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This was a great piece. So passionate, so hot! I’m glad I found it.