My goodness... brings back poignant memories of my Condolence pome... but so much more delicate and touching. Both beauty and thorns here. Bless you! LOL K xx
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on September 17, 2006
A beutiful poem with a beautiful picture. Victor
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on September 17, 2006
Exquisite writing! You have a very powerful pen that's great to read! Panda :)
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 17, 2006
Yup one day we will all be great fertiliser.
Stunning work big A..
This is so stunning, Anita that you could probably knock me over with a feather right now. This has me floating on clouds scented with the fragrance of wild roses. Perfect verse, as I always find in your den.
Take care,
Sherry
The key to our memories is often through keyhole fo one of our senses. Smell often opens up and brings us - willingly or unwillingly - into contact with the path to a particular memory or sensation. If we resist, the smell taunts us.
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
Sheila
Chrissy
Love,
Dove
This was a most-fragrant write, dear Sister.
Love&Hugs, Rhonda
God Bless,
Lew
Stunning work big A..
Fee
Take care,
Sherry
Sometimes we have to go, where angels fear to tread, to garner the truth and our destiny..
Evocative work
Peter
Love Tinka
Susan
For they are not for me
...beautiful
Susan