I Love That Sound (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on July 10, 2008

I hope you lighted one for him that last fourth of July, seems to me that he deserved one from his girls.

Georg

Reviewed by Jill curry (Reader)

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

memories are like precious jewels..enjoyed this one

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on July 7, 2008

The wistfulness and resolution of this write carry it to the listening heart.
Cryssa

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on July 6, 2008

Sweet write, Karla. Amour et paix; ton ami de la C-B, Canada,

Regis

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on July 6, 2008

...such beautiful expression you have penned here Karla...
very well done...
John

Reviewed by Richard Orey

Reviewed on July 6, 2008

A wonderful and poignant celebration of country, of family, of God.

I read your poem twice, Karla: Once to myself and once aloud.
I love that sound!

Richard

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on July 6, 2008

Just beautiful Karla.

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on July 5, 2008

Your Daddy was watching over you, just as Kim and Melissa and Nonna were watching over us as well
God Bless
Michelle~

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 5, 2008

I'm sure you father's eyes were looking down, as you were looking up.

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on July 5, 2008

You know, he was watching with you. You know, God is always watching with you. And so, it is now another year before we can officially celebrate America's birth. God bless. JMW

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

If you were thinking about him, he was with you. Happy 4th of July!
Sheila

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

We are about to get a bunch of lights and sound courtesy of Mother Nature...ed

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Beautiful Karla...very beautiful

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Oh, Karla, this is lovely.

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

I love that sound too. Liz

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Your Daddy is there with you in spirit. That is why you are remembering him. He still loves that sound.

Wonderful memory!

Happy 4th of July to you and Karen!

Sandie May Angel :o)

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Very nicely stated and such a warm and wonderful memory of your Dad. I am sure he is still watching and listening.

hugs
fee

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Emotionally poignant tribute to a giant in your life. Happy 4th poetess ...
Richard

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

sweet and heartfelt, brought tears to my eyes!!!!

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Karla, a beautiful, festive way to celebrate your Daddy. -gene.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Sweet write for your father Karla. Well done.

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

And you will both be watching together Karla and he will hear you as you hear him say together so do I, so do I. A beautiful write karla and thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose

Reviewed by Michael Guy

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

Very touching... Though Daddy's gone, your love and relationship may even improve in a strange way through your poems. Tonight, I'll shoot a Roman Candle off for the two of you over Lake Stinkhole here in Florida (still here!)
L & L, michael

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

such sweet rememberances--precious

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

We will cry, but we'll get through this and remember our sweet daddy! Beautiful write; he has the best seat in the house! :)

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :)

LOVE the pic!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on July 4, 2008

I hear you . . . Yep, he'll be right there with ya . . . You gotta know that . . .