Superb

Excellent write, Tim. Amazing work my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Ahhh, Dear Tim,

Your Master Raconteur is showing his full glory in the soul of this exemplarily laid piece.

Especially impactful, how it’s recounted from the recollection of a fledgling lad by his grandfather’s side and grandmother’s caring hand, along with Labrador Brownie … sooo vividly exemplified, as though it all came form your own experience … and, within the boundless realm of your unique imagination, perhaps, it did.

Grammatically brilliant, a low sweep of my feather-crested chapeau to your golden pen, My Friend!
A work, no doubt, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, himself, would have envied.

Thank you ever-so gratefully and sincerely, Syr Author, for the shared pleasure of your intricately-blessed, artistic skills! ⁓ Richard🖌

Tim this is an truly great memory piece and is filled with the wonder of a lad just beginning to understand the world around him. Your narrative is as superbly scribed as it is vivid and memorable. Truly a work of art that is articulated with excellent literary skills. Your prose gift shines here. This spoke to me of a coming of age piece with the young boy trying to make sense of the world and events around me. Your ability with description both the of the scene the the boy’s thoughts as he saw it were superb. Truly great prose.

John

What an amazing and well-written story this is! You know how I love true tales from the past, and this one sure fits the bill. Your young thoughts are so familiar, and I know how it all had such an impact on you. Giants, knights and dragons surely would be expected in that cavernous place! I enjoyed this a lot.

Fiction? That’s even grander!

That’s terrific and honest.

Its hard to touch another’s suffering unless you’ve suffered yourself….I feel your pain.🙏

You have captured here that which is often so hard to put into words.

I’ve been depressed in the past, but some are clinically depressed and can’t get out of it without prescribed drugs. I feel for those people. It’s as though I’ve been released from jail due to time and age and they’re still in.
This really hits the nail on the head.

Power to you Elke💋

Yes. The good things about you should never be the things that you are used or abused for. I love how you still are all of the things that you were before, you’re just not allowing anyone else to have control over it.

You should speak up. Never suppress what you want to say.

I love everything about this poem. It’s plane to me that your passion is unequaled and unequivocal.
I dream, lovingly, of dancing with you under the moon, long hair flowing and both of us in purple wispy silks.

Powerfully penned, Elke. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can relate. I was also a people pleaser before I stood up for myself.

I was never a people pleaser and probably never will be. The only ones I have respect and love for are the few that give the same to me in return. The rest can go fuck themselves! I love this bold write. You stand tall, showing your strength and determination. A marvelous and powerful piece. xox

A friend once told me “Not everyone deserves your soft.” I am who I am, but they have to prove they deserve the best of me now. I’ll always move with compassion, but if we don’t take care of ourselves…who will? I burnt my filters too. Totally feeling this one!