Maybe you caught me in a melancholy moment, or I just may have something in my eye! Whichever it is, you never fail to stir an emotion in me.
In a few lines you completely captured the moment, almost beyond the level that most of us could even experience it. This should be printed, framed and hung on the wall, next to that strange bed in the antiseptic room. You're amazing and your work will, without doubt, live beyond you and bring your sight to people for centuries to come.
It was very windy today when I read this...inside with all the windows shut...wow!
well spoken! you've a gift for words.
Amazingly artistic memoir of your youth… you have taken your father’s artistry and painted new pictures with words.
And I am sure, with the depth of your writings, there is most likely a poem to compliment every painting he created. You’ve honored him with your talent, your creativity, your wisdom, your life, your heart and the magnificent person you have grown to be.
I feel in my heart how proud he must be of his little girl.
Oh wow, thank you. That was an amazing thing to say.
That is incredibly beautiful... I guess I will be calling my dad tomorrow now.
This poem, it has touched me deeply.
It makes me reflect on my father and everything he has taught me and every single thing he as made for me.
My father creates things with his hands, most of the furniture in my bedroom was made by him. Most of the pictures on my walls and on my dressers are in pictures frames he made himself.
You are a wonderful writer. I am glad I read this, it made me smile and makes me appreciate my father even more.