Even in the rain (poem) by Ted Bossis on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 10, 2007

So beautifully stated, Angel Man! LOVE YOU! SC

Reviewed on October 4, 2007

Ted,
Last night..uh this morning, I had a flying dream, haven't had one of those in years....I love em. In this one I was flying an ultra-lite that just kept on flying no matter how many times I crashed it.
Strange eh?

Walt

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on October 3, 2007

Lovely package!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

Oh my what a beautiful picture! Some memories never fade no matter what....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

I think that it's our fluid memories, becoming more watery each time they recur, that keep the life of the original story in motion. Perhaps its timelessness is shapeshifted according to the winds and waves of the oceans of our circumstance and emotions. The ensuing layered augmentation feeds us spiritually as we gracefully accept the beauty of the weathering. Like your cute graphic, the happiness remains and compounds as we view it with fresh eyes with every remembrance. Your lines always stir me, Ted. Intellectually and spiritually. Another classic au Bossis. TY Kate xx

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

We must have big dreams; otherwise we would not have something to reach for, never letting anything hold you back or hamper your path. THis is what I got from this Ted,
Dream on brother,
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Sharon Jordan

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

My daughters have both moved away to attend college. And in the night, I look back in time and see faded photographs in my mind. Yes, even in the rain.

Reviewed by Barbara Smith

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

Ted, our memories oft times fade with the years, but a glimpse of a picture, a person, i.e., is a reminder to us that memories are precious and just a reminder quickly renews the memory as if it were the moment of the happening. Enjoyed this.

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

Tears of joy. Tears of sadness. Tears of relief.
Time has a way of remembering all and giving us hope for a brighter tomorrow.

You use few words, but share volumes of food for thought.
Kathy

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

Over the years the memories are enhanced from their original as mortality gives us a positive side that, when used, makes everything rosier.
Love,
Susan

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

I usually don't understand your writings, but this one is beautiful! Very well done, Ted! :)

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

Precious Ted, Blessings, Holly

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

Truly serene and beautiful Ted.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on October 2, 2007

Excellent pen sweet man as always,stay safe and well...Hugsssssss