|Reviewed by 000 000
|So few words with so much impact.
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Would love to sing like a songbird, instead of whining. Whining never got me noowhere, just family called me a whiner and to stop whining. I still get that in my old age by daughters, especially the youngest. The oldest is more a listener and lets me rave on and on. The 3rd is a listener and a sympathic person in my sight. The 2nd Kathy is a go getter and the life of the party. She loves her Mother but does not pay too much attention to me, did not even know I might be moving soon. But I love them all dearly. Sorry for getting off the track, but my family is important to me.|
|Reviewed by J M
|Oh this is well written a goldne nugget of wisdom........
Blessed New Year,
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|Love the hell out of this title, the philosophical concept behind the lines, and the music of the poem's intelligence. Much gratitude for the read--
|Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic
|Indeed..so learn to sing and maybe the songbird will learn to whine..to our Maker all is love..
Rather like this one Randall..
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Short and sweet...|
|Reviewed by Susan Sonnen
|brilliant! awesome! I'm serious...this is a 'waker upper'...I love it! thank you for the comparison...now to become more like the songbird...
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|Lilting pen with each word free formed.
We Georgians are an awesome and talented bunch of people aren't we?