the last night (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 11, 2011

A very well written goodbye
hug
Kathy

Reviewed on March 11, 2011

I pray that when my time is here that's how I go Cuz. Who can ask for anything more. Peacesful write.

Love ya face Cuz Hugs XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by Regis Schilken

Reviewed on March 9, 2011

Wouldn't it be nice to drift off to sleep/death just like you've portrayed--no pain, no agony, no machines . . .

rege

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 9, 2011

There is such a heavy weight felt, yet a contentness of peace~ heartfelt Fee

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on March 9, 2011

Fee, Sometimes that is all we have
left is our memories.
Always,
Deborah

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on March 9, 2011

So beautiful Fee, and heart touching.

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on March 9, 2011

Yes, sadly this is true. The final curtain falls on us all when it is our time. But we are only on this earth but a short time, and then our souls can rest in the mansion in the clouds. Jesus said they He goes to prepare us a room in His father's house and I believe that. This isn't a sad write about loss, but one of fulfillment of life and then going on to a better life with our Lord. Thank you for sharing.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

sad, but well written and expressed-very real and human

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

Tragic and haunting, but I like the imagery.
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

A sad work Felix. We must fight and hope that the tomorrows will never cease. It is our duty to ourselves and those we love. Love and peace to you my friend. Jon Michael

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

your poem presents us to know
memories are so utterly priceless
and so powerful & moving...

Memorandums Journal
Vickie

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

The thing about that curtain ascending at the end of your journey is the friends you make along the way will remember the shining star you always were....Sad, but you're not going anywhere Fee...Do you hear me????? giggle

Hugs
Anna

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

Alas, that final curtain awaits us all.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

Sad but well done, Fee.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2011

awww...this isnt the way to think but sweet indeed...

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on March 7, 2011

Awe. Sad, Fee. Great writing, though. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on March 7, 2011

Chapters may pass- but the book of life continues to be written.
I'm certainly old enough that the falls hurt- but maybe it is not the curtain- still try to get back up.
There is a cheering section for you...
Many bows to come I'm sure.

John

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 7, 2011

To you & Jerry both...let us not talk of curtains falling, we need you both here...ed

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2011

Sad piece this evening, Felix. i can understand it though, most of my stuff is melancholy, if not worse. Drat on those final curtains anyway!