This is lovely indeed; I feel the same about mine! she's my own little girl who just left for Florida Monday. At least we'll see them again! Awesome poem. Thank you for sharing.
Peace&Grace,
Sharon

This is such a BEAUTY! Tink!
Thank you - I miss you!
but, I am happy and thrilled your spending quality time
With your daughter!
I had my time last weekend, It means the world to us mom's!

Keep Enjoying!
The memories will linger in your heart forever, as this poem will with ME! The music compliments it perfectly too!

WArmest Blessings and HuGs,WArrior Sheeeooxx

From the heart indeed, Tinka.
Peace,
Carolyn

Your love shows deep within the thoughts of your poem...a very nice expression of heart...

nice work.....Art Sun...

Daughters are so precious. They are mom's best friends. Powerful write and well-expressed, Tinka!!!!!

Sandie May Angel :o)

we love you too Tinks, you sure know how to poem and song love me dear without any fear

Your love is powerful and deep Tink

Another excellent piece Tinka

Love & Peace
William

Written in blood on the parchment of the heart and soul is this... yours, ours... and his. Bless you Tinks. Wring every moment of love and joy from your tender moments with your beautiful daughter. LOL Kate xx

Deep feelings felt throughout this write. Emotions at there very best or worst.

This is a beautiful poem Tinka. Well thought out and just great. ~ Sara

Tinka, this poem express so well the ffeeling people have when something is lost to them, you put that feeling to words well.
debra

Very compelling love poem from the heart and soul Tinka!

Love,
Eileen

Beautiful, Tinks! :)

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in the Lone Star State (Texas). :D

Tinka,

A very beautiful and gentle heart it is.

Another heartfelt piece, Tinky - now go enjoy your time with your daughter!

So moving...so full of loving...so sad to miss someone so dearing...
A wonderful reading, deep, "From the Archives Of My Heart"
Great pen Tinka~
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
P.S. Savor every moment! Enjoy the little time left with your daughter! We'll be here waiting from our archives...:)

A very touching write Tinka. Love Holly

the archives of your heart run deep, bleeding the wonder of love ...

very moving and well penned ...

I come away from reading this beautiful write feeling the heights and depths of the writer's love, hope, need and fullfilment edged in emptiness. Truly touching -- manifested in the butterfly. R

This is so heart bending a write that it spills your tears into each line. Well done Tinka. See you back soon.

Fee

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Neat!

TRASK

Escaping from the archives of my heart


For me, this line sets up the poem and knocks it out of the park.
Rusty

Enjoy the time with your loving daughter.

you are so good at this romantic stuff tink, i wish i had the glow you have.

Tinka this is exquisite, beautiful images and deep emotion.

One can easily feel the sorrow in this poem as it comes from the heart. Great poem. Victor

A touching beautiful write straight from your heary,magical,
Well done,Enjoy your time left with your daughter,
God Bless,

Michael

oh, this is piercing, Tinka!

Beautiful offering and enjoy the time with Daughter.

God Bless,
Joselyn

The archives are where our cherished memories are catalogued and treasured.
Moving heart on the sleeve, washed in tears write as ever.

Regards
Dai

Beautiful Tinka, this is just a beautiful write my friend, and yes it was penned from the heart...enjoy your visit with your daughter! Blessings to both of you!
Joyce B.

Tinks ...

"Every minute like a piercing dart" Sissy this is great simile. And the poem is a sensitive and facile write. I hope all is well with you. Blessings ...

Yur big bro ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Boy does this ever tug at the heartstrings, Tinka. It's lovely and precious. Please give a copy of it to your daughter to take with her so she'll have 'you' with her wherever she is. Now go, sweet lady, go and enjoy your daughter.
Much love and many hugs,
CJ