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I'm sorry to hear that, nan. I hope it's not something insurmountable and that he and you can overcome it. Best wishes to you and your hubby.— August 23, 2011 12:15 p.m.
Newcomer
It's easy to imagine growing old there.— August 23, 2011 1:27 a.m.
Newcomer
I like it too.— August 22, 2011 1:15 p.m.
Sweeping Up The Shards
Very nice, but I don' think it means what I think it means. I suppose, however, that's what makes good poetry good; it can mean whatever is appropriate to the reader.— August 22, 2011 12:28 p.m.
Anger
I was pissed at my mom too for a long time, nan, probably most of my life. We finally patched things up for good a couple of years ago. She's far from a perfect mom, and I'm far from a perfect son, but for the remainder of our lives, we're good enough. Nice poem, as usual, but sad.— August 20, 2011 12:17 p.m.
The Blue Plate Special
lovely poem, nan. i can see the entire drama playing out in my mind. i used to fish a lot with my cousins when I was a kid but sort of lost the itch when i became a teenager. i took my daughter fishing five years ago. Every time i baited a hook with a live nightcrawler, i just felt so sorry for the poor writhing creature. i've really turned into quite a softie since my carefree childhood days of attaching worms, crawdads, and minnows to hooks.— August 17, 2011 9:06 p.m.
taking a deep breath and hating that last good bye
i remember this poem; it'a still impeccable. i read jerry and peg's story and it's a beautiful although sad one. i wish i could recite some pretty words to sooth their souls, but life isn't that easy and in many circumstances it isn't fair either.— August 12, 2011 8:50 p.m.
Give Me A Clue
i appreciate good writing, nan, and yours is nothing but--i should be thanking you. by the way, thanks, nan; keep it coming.— August 12, 2011 8:30 p.m.
Back They Come To Trouble Us
and they will until the day we die, and then "their" children will come back to trouble them, and then so on. very nice, nan, and apt.— August 11, 2011 10:29 p.m.
Give Me A Clue
just awesome, nan.— August 11, 2011 10:27 p.m.