|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|I have missed your poetry...
Your words of wisdom resonate within my heart and help me to remember that love is the ultimate key to life.
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Great inspirational write Emile. Well done my friend.|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Such a beautiful write my friend...inspiring indeed! Our life will reflect the choices that we make throughout life! A very warm and caring poem, I cherish my memories with my grandmother canning vegetables in the fall, planting flowers in the spring, scraped knees, chocolate pies, and later in life the wonderful advice that she gave me when my children were ill, or walking to church with her as I was blessed at that time to live very near her. I miss her much, but know that we will meet again when my time comes...touching and beautiful...enjoyed!
Blessings from Ky.
|Reviewed by David Hightower
|Emile - Love the title. Life is the ultimate judge of the worth of our choices. Especially liked the concluing stanza:
What we feel is the love that bonds
And hints to us where we are bound
Sometimes a sight, sometimes a sound
Will wake us up, as life responds.
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|We carry with us the things given that we will forever 'hold' in our hearts,, the nuture, love, and memories. Very Beautiful poem Emile,, so good to see you post.
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|What beautiful images your words conjure up in my mind, Emile. I too had wise and loving grandmas that taught me much, and that I've retained in my Memory Bank, which, fortunately is very good and active to this day. I so enjoy the final two lines, and would add "sometimes an aroma...", as it was at the side of boths grandmas that I learned to cook, beginning at age 3...on step stools :o)
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|"When Life Responds" is a warm and caring poem. It seems that many of us remember experiences with "grandma" more than anyone else. I recall grandma in the kitchen, passing out hot biscuits to us kids. We'd poke a finger in the edge of them and fill the hole with sugar cane syrup. Thanks for the memory.|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|How beautiful are your words Emile as you take us to another time in our life and make us realize the important things. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|It makes me thing of a little boy playing alone with his marbles wishing he had a friend.