Hey Dad, hope you’re listening… (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 9, 2009

Music is the International Language of love...especially when we have someone close to listen with. Appreciate your words of rememberance with your Dad.
Blessings and Love - Micke

Reviewed by Roger Ochs

Reviewed on July 3, 2009

"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing", but this one swings among your best.

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

Great memories of your Dad, connected today by the music you
rarely shared. -gene.

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

YOU EXPRESSED YOUR FEELINGS WELL WITHIN THE PHRASES AND IMAGERY OF THIS WELL WRITTEN WORK. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSING. JOYCE

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

He hears ya, Ed. =] Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

He's listening, my friend; and I bet he's smiling.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

There are so many things we find out, often too late, that we share in common with our fathers. My father also died when I was quite young and at first all I could remember was this strict authoritarion who had muscles of steel but little affection or at least displayed such. It was only after I began researching a book about his life before, during and after WWII that I realized how close we really were. Thanks for the reminder Ed...

Fee

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

this is really lovely-i love the tender feel of the communication with your dad

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

My daddy loved opera, polkas, popular/big band, even Chinese or Mexican mariachi: as long as it was different or good, he enjoyed it. He also loved country (Jim Reeves, Marty Robbins, Hank, Sr., Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, etc.). This poem brings back many pleasant memories of my big, strong daddy. How I miss him (as I know you miss your daddy)! Beautiful tribute; well penned, Ed! Love the piccy of your pops!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

Great poem,take care

EDWIN

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on July 2, 2009

I don't know what kind of music my father liked, as I remember we were on different planets, his and ours (his children) separated by a few zillion light years.
I got hellbent on classic music it gave me a kind of companionship, later on, country and...a few more.
You were lucky having your old man sharing with you.

Georg

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on July 1, 2009

This was nice. I agree about the crooning. It can get old within a measure or too. Our house was eclectic when it came to music. My dad was a bit on the redneck side so country music was common along with old rock. My mom was on the classical side. Neither cared what my brother and I played. Enjoyed.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on July 1, 2009

Funny how that works. I too had to draw a line, polkas and Mitch Miller. Ooof. Patrick