Wow, talk about the power of the pen. Within a few lines we were all on a joyous ride. Then line by line you extracted emotion after emotion from deep within leaving them scattered and shattered on the ground. What’s in that sigh? Acceptance, loss of innocence, maturity, sadness? Heart wrenching for both the father and the little girl. Yet, because of the first lines, she will always stay daddy’s little girl--albeit wiser. Strong but true write.
This is a softer lesson about relationships and the dedication to our families that seem to disappear with alcohol. I know what alcohol can do to families. It destroyed mine after 23 years. You would think after a man loses his family...he would learn. True alcoholics just find a drinking buddy to condition that loss.
Your poem is about the possiblity of divorce and how the little girl is impacted by her knight in shining armor. Divorce devastates the entire family. When families stuck together through thick and thin, people seemed happier. I wish it were still the case.
Amen to Alexandra's thoughts, but the reality of the anguish in both parents' and children's hearts is oh so real and oh so tough. You developed this scenario with breathtaking emotional precision, Felix, and had me hanging on every nouance and meaning. Wonderful penmanship and almost like the lyrical "simplicity" of nursery rhyming, which makes it even more potent. Bless you as always, Love, Kate xx
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on November 16, 2007
Fee, I just felt this grinding down into pain, verse after verse. You penned this so well. We need for our little girl to have hope, to have glee when she gets a hug. This poem is a reality-check because too many homes are so destroyed ...
No matter how many sad things may be happening in their parents' life that their loving children may not understand... two fundamental things should the parents care to convey, preferably with plenty of hugs lacing the dialogue - one, that whatever may be happening, is not the child or the children's fault... and the other, that whatever may happen, both Mom and Dad will go on loving him or her or them... as their most precious, joint masterpiece.
You are a sweetheart, and have a golden heart, dearest Fee.
Oh Felix this is such a sad poem but beautifully written. Like the song, we always hurt the one we love. With my eyes filled I say thank you for sharing sweet Cuz.
Rovella is a beautiful woman with a cold heart whom blames herself for an unfortunate old family secret that is literally ruining her life. This secret impedes a gorgeous woman from having happiness in her childhood, and throughout her life. Dark sec
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This is a very brave write, Fee,
Very well done.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Love,
Susan
You strike many heartstrings through your lines!
Warm hugs and love, Warrior Lady Sheeeooxoo
STay POsitive!
Love Tinka
Hugs. Kathy
Walt
Powerfully penned...why do the little ones suffer the most??
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
You are a sweetheart, and have a golden heart, dearest Fee.
Love & {{{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Georg
So sad. Life can sometimes be so cruel. The saddest part is that the one's we love the most are the most vulnerable. Blessings Always, Paul.