I hardly have words about this one. It is so intense with the sharing of his sad condition, and the longing to help him no matter what it cost. Precious, painful memories.
Love,
Connie
Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2005
Michelle,
I really think this is outrageous i a great way! Exqusitely Honest and Brave because there's a courage to appreciated when one write such moving pieces as you have just very creatively done!
I love it. I saw my Father Dying and i found my sister just 2 years
after...just 2 ago. I applaud you for an incredibly moving poem .
You definitely reached me.
peace',
Rich Criso Suarez
This is a beautiful poem! It touches the heart as few poems do. The words are so eloquent and simple, the emotion is so poignant.
CJ
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 12, 2005
I have emphysema also. Unlike a lot of people I do not blame anyone. Especially I do not blame the makers of cigarettes. We knew they were bad for us way back when we were kids, that's why we used to call them cancer sticks. I, and everyone else that smoked, made their own choices because no one thinks it will happen to them.
That picture is breathtaking. And so is this write--you may have saved many lives today from the ravages of the stormcloud of emphysema and lung disease, caused by smoking.
I am a smoker. I know, I know it's not good for me, but I'm hooked into them tighter than Tillie. I've tried to quit, and TRUST me, ask Karen, I am a pure tee bitch if I don't have a ciggie. I am rude, crude and don't give a damn, ya know? Pray for me--
Thank you, dear Poet, for touching my soul (lungs?) today--I'm saving this one to read again and again. Perhaps it's just what I need to say "NO"!
The best of love, luck and many prayers to your father--and to you, for watching him decline.
(((HUGS))) and *tears*, and much love, Karla. *tears, tears, tears*
emphysema is hell for all who are caught in its gasping, smothering grip...you never know how it is to be able to breathe until you can't do it; and that is a very scary thing to have to live with. my aunt had emphysema, and it was hard to see her suffering. hope things turn out better for your daddy; he (and you) are in my prayers! powerful write, michelle; very well done! brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
A powerfully touching write Michelle...Bless you, I hope things turn out for the best. What a beautiful picture too.
Paul;-]
Reviewed by D May (Reader)
Reviewed on April 12, 2005
Oh Michelle, this is so...painful. You have written this well and your words jump at the reader. So well done, my friend. Hugs to you.
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Diana
Michelle, he breathes easier with your love close to his heart. This was painful, but so beautiful. I could feel the love jump right off the page. Blessings to you and to your father. Dawn
Michelle,bless you, this is so moving. I've nursed patients with
Emphysema and one of my very good friends had it.I will keep you and your your Dad in thoughts and prayer, hoping God will ease his pain and surround him with comfort.I'm glad he has you to love and pray for him. Keep the faith!
Love,
Eileen
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Love,
Connie
I really think this is outrageous i a great way! Exqusitely Honest and Brave because there's a courage to appreciated when one write such moving pieces as you have just very creatively done!
I love it. I saw my Father Dying and i found my sister just 2 years
after...just 2 ago. I applaud you for an incredibly moving poem .
You definitely reached me.
peace',
Rich Criso Suarez
CJ
That picture is breathtaking. And so is this write--you may have saved many lives today from the ravages of the stormcloud of emphysema and lung disease, caused by smoking.
I am a smoker. I know, I know it's not good for me, but I'm hooked into them tighter than Tillie. I've tried to quit, and TRUST me, ask Karen, I am a pure tee bitch if I don't have a ciggie. I am rude, crude and don't give a damn, ya know? Pray for me--
Thank you, dear Poet, for touching my soul (lungs?) today--I'm saving this one to read again and again. Perhaps it's just what I need to say "NO"!
The best of love, luck and many prayers to your father--and to you, for watching him decline.
(((HUGS))) and *tears*, and much love, Karla. *tears, tears, tears*
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
Paul;-]
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Diana
Love & Hugs Tinka
Emphysema and one of my very good friends had it.I will keep you and your your Dad in thoughts and prayer, hoping God will ease his pain and surround him with comfort.I'm glad he has you to love and pray for him. Keep the faith!
Love,
Eileen