What can I say, John? This is absolute perfection. Isn't it comforting to know that we will forever have our loved ones in our memory? I often tell people that my father died sixteen years before he finally passed away. The doctors called it dementia...organic brain syndrome. His last six months were spent in a nursing home. The doctor said if we didn't put him there, he was going to hurt my mother. I was the one who had to take him, and it was the most difficult thing I ever had to do. It still haunts me to this day. What a wonderful, loving father he was to me and my siblings and a good and decent husband to my mother. What you have written here about your own father is such a wonderful tribute to him. He, too, had to be a good and decent man for I can see such a strong resemblance in you. Thank you for guiding me to your poetry. May I suggest to others that they read your short stories as well.
Thank you John, I needed the reminder of a "candle that could be lit without a match"...
Perhaps losing someone near gives our heat a push of inspiration that comes out like a rainbow of pure poetry.
Certainly this poem have a place in such category.
Well done my friend, and God had blessed your Dad.
Georg
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 29, 2007
John, the relationship that you had, and still have with your Father, is the kind all human beings should have. You write with such deep expression...especially with this one, and as you continue on perfectly I might add with rhyme, it's a poem that compels the reader to want to read it again and again…and savor it like it should be. It was an honor to read, my friend, Love Holly
Oh John this is beautiful. I recall my father all the time too. At Christmas it was his time to shine. He is missed as your father is missed but there are times when I feel my fathers hands on my shoulder saying, "Princess, I'm right here with you always." I believe him as I always have. They don't leave us John. WE can't see them but we feel them in everything we do.
Love and peace for you and your family.
Quiet! Your father is listening to you.
The beauty of this poem brings tears to my eyes as I know this feeling so well - the death of my three sons. Thank you for a beautiful Christmas present.
God bless you. Kathy
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on December 20, 2007
Beautiful write and my best wishes sent out that you find peace within your heart through this season. Lady J
I light many of these candles each Christmas and keep those in remembrance very close... This is a most lovely and poignant offering, John.. thank you for sharing it!
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on scrapbook of my soul…
You’ll be forever pictured
in corners trimmed with gold.
So do not feel forgotten
within walls this Christmas cold…
There is a candle can be lit
without a match I’m told.
And I will light this candle
with flame of all my dreams…
To keep your memory always warm
when distant life still seems."
Brought tears to my eyes...
David
Kerry
Cryssa
Perhaps losing someone near gives our heat a push of inspiration that comes out like a rainbow of pure poetry.
Certainly this poem have a place in such category.
Well done my friend, and God had blessed your Dad.
Georg
Love and peace for you and your family.
Quiet! Your father is listening to you.
Susan
Christine
Love,
Eileen
Be safe,
Karen
Merry Christmas abd the best of health and happiness in 2008.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Regis
God bless you. Kathy
Myrna
Beautifully penned memorial to your Daddy--you honor him in heartfelt lines of longing. Thank God for memories...I'm sorry for your loss.
(((HUGS))), love and Merry Christmas,
Karla.
Love Tinka