These poems are sad and yet beautiful at the same time. I can feel and see every word, the tea parties; your parents waltzing around the house, the walk(s) up the isle, all of it. Very touching.
I see my dad sitting in his easy chair turning the pages to the bible.
How true I will always remember my Daddy although he is not earthly bound any longer. Wonderful that you opened your heart and let these words pour out "And I STILL Remember Daddy."
Heartfully beautiful~all the best and take care,
Gwendolyn
When i think of a man close to God, I think of my Grandpa.
Now that he is not here I still talk to him knowing he is with our Heavenly Father Jesus Christ. The Lord is also not with us in body but in Spirit. It comforts me to know my Grandpa was a champion for Christ and that he waits for me to join him in Heaven.
This one made cry, as have been blessed to be around many a Daddy (and grand daddy, Paw Paw in my case who also wanted a boy but had 4 daughters during the depression, WWII and beyond to Elvis), and their daughters of the South, having been born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia and its environs. Yep, cornbread and chicken, iced tea and cocola, Just hanging around and sittin' and eatin' watermelon on the front porch with the rest of yunguns.
Amen - My grandfather was more Daddy to me and my siblings. There is nothing more influential in life and nothing more devastating when the course of life takes Daddy home... Thank You for this beautiful tribute.
A wonderful setting of all the images of fatherhood, seen from a childs eyes right on up through to adulthood!
But~Hey,I'm from the North and call my daddy, Daddy too...! LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
The Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said,
'After he has died, the believer only gets the benefit of the following actions and good deeds: knowledge which he has taught and passed on, a righteous son he leaves behind, a copy of the Quran which he has bequeathed, a mosque he has built, a house he has built for the traveller, a water channel he has dug, or an act of charity which he spent out of his property when he was alive and in good health and which comes to him after his death.'
A most vivid tribute to I am sure a fine man. You still carry your pride of your father deep inside your being. I am sorry he has moved on, but his love and warmth remains.....
Molly this is a fine tribute most beautifully written with such vibrant images of your Daddy!Splendid memories,which reveal your heart still belongs to him!;-)
Love,
ET
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on June 17, 2007
Vivid images of a moral America of long ago..
We all must exit the stage one day, such a fine tribute to one who played on this stage perfectly for you...
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
I see my dad sitting in his easy chair turning the pages to the bible.
Love And Prayers
Aways!!!
How true I will always remember my Daddy although he is not earthly bound any longer. Wonderful that you opened your heart and let these words pour out "And I STILL Remember Daddy."
Heartfully beautiful~all the best and take care,
Gwendolyn
Now that he is not here I still talk to him knowing he is with our Heavenly Father Jesus Christ. The Lord is also not with us in body but in Spirit. It comforts me to know my Grandpa was a champion for Christ and that he waits for me to join him in Heaven.
Loved this one, MJ!
An exacting and beautiful tribute . . . nicely penned!
Best wishes,
Lance
But~Hey,I'm from the North and call my daddy, Daddy too...! LOL!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Regis
The Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said,
'After he has died, the believer only gets the benefit of the following actions and good deeds: knowledge which he has taught and passed on, a righteous son he leaves behind, a copy of the Quran which he has bequeathed, a mosque he has built, a house he has built for the traveller, a water channel he has dug, or an act of charity which he spent out of his property when he was alive and in good health and which comes to him after his death.'
Safi
Be safe,
Karen
I truly missed my daddy today...so instead of calling him I called my brother to share my pain!!
Love Tinka
Love,
ET
We all must exit the stage one day, such a fine tribute to one who played on this stage perfectly for you...