Subtle Changes (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

May her memory be celebrated, of course if memory of her life is cause to celebrate, and not bring dismay.
A touching tribute poem Eileen!
Love, Suzie

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

when it comes down to it, what matters is that the spirit endures the effects of the body's emotion and state of being ...

well,written, Eileen ...

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

at least we have memories as a degree of comfort. thanks for sharing

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Beautiful write my friend...sad when we loose loved ones! Very touching write my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

All things must pass but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't mourn them when they are gone. Some things in our lives just don't last as long as we do...such a sad poem, Eileen.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Joyce Devenish

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

This is wonderful. And what a beautifully matching picture. Regards...Joyce

Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Sad, powerful and passionate piece dear Lady M that eloquently captures quite a chilling prospect. Lovely to dip in and find your words still making such a striking impact. Catch up properly soon. Miss you too. Love Imp ;) xox

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

EXCELLENT write, Eileen!!!!!! You will always be the best in everything!!!!!! That is how you live in my heart!!!!!! Your fingers type out the most splendid poetry!!!!!!

Love and Admiration,
Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Your heart is full of all the passions of the world. You carry this regally where ever you go and your time to construct your poetry for the world is important to so many of us here.
Love,
Susan

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

((((gentle HUGS)))), Eileen,

This one reaches in and gives the heart a squeeze: hope this isn't reality. You're still in prayer.

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

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Such haunting reality in this excellent piece, Eileen...
love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Hope you are okay, Eileen; I am worried about you! You are definitely in my prayers, sweetie! Very well done; brava~

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

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Hope this is not what you are going through sis!!

Heartfelt offering my friend!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Part of getting old me guess...
Excellent write Eileen..

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

A sad write Eileen, but you've captured the truth quite well. Love Holly

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Quite sad, Tiger Lily. But I guess time truly taunts us all, and we all have to make those subtle changes as we go along.

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

enjoyed the read

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

A pen that would touch even the most hollowed hearts. Well done.

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Good one! Age does "taketh away" everything, one thing at a time, and perhaps loss of memory may be a blessing. Sad and soft and soulful, Eileen!

Ted

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

Now it's her time to listen to others.
Looks like Andre Previn at the piano..

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on February 17, 2007

The precious gift of good health must be treasured before it is lost.

Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury

Reviewed on February 16, 2007

A poem that emits both beauty and the memory of shared music.

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on February 16, 2007

The concerto plays on in the concert hall of the mind, Eileen. It's a timeless place to store the sheet music under the pine deacon's bench with the lift-up lid. The ivory keys retire with satisfaction knowing that a great lady once gave tune to heavenly music...

Sage

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on February 16, 2007

Very sad, good character sketch!

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on February 16, 2007

This is so good. Sometimes I like to read the AD poetry outloud. I did that with this poem and it was a beautiful, tender, bittersweet flow!

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on February 16, 2007

Hauntingly beautiful.

Elizabeth