How true Eileen for every second last just that long never to return, so we have to learn to appreciate every second we're given in life. Thank you for sharing.
Always injecting hope in the hearts of others, always passing a torch of glory, always touching our feelings with words of passion, always inspiring to make us feel write more.GBQ
One tear, but precious. Stored in a bottle and sacred to God. It's my hunch that, at about the time this poem ends, His rainbow appears in the sky overhead to reassure and comfort. It always does, if we've eyes to see - which you have. I like the form you have chosen for this fluid thought stream. This is poignant, but not heavy. It ends with an exhortation to hope and be strong. Such is your posture always, Eileen. You lead by example. Bless you, Kate xx
So evocative. . .beautifully, beautifully written! Pain comes through all too well. . .as, of course, it should. Thank you for taking us on this journey. I can still smell the flowers and
hear the guitar. Want to go back and wipe the tear from your sweet face. <3 Phyllis <3
What a beautiful, cleansing poem. It's these pens of yours, smitten with your wisdom, that gives others a reason to live through love's pain sometimes.
Love,
Susan
Eileen, I love this heart rendering sad but yet inspiring writing. You can reel any reader in with your excellent writings & keep them glued to the end. Excellent!!!
You have the most amazing way with metaphoric combinations, they just flow into each other, like the strings on the guitar and the strings of your heart, wonderful, and so nostalgic. Bless you!
Jasmin Horst
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Every second is precious
Love ya Eileen...
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Walt
So sad my friend. Nothing last forever but making each fleeting moment count makes it all worthwhile. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
hear the guitar. Want to go back and wipe the tear from your sweet face. <3 Phyllis <3
Love,
Susan
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Be safe,
Karen
Jasmin Horst
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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always,
randy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D