A very beautiful poem, Fotini. Am I to understand you are writing about your own mother? I send you my deepest and most heartfelt condolences if so my friend.
A mother is one thing and everything. I love this poem, because it breaks me to read it for the love there is in it. I'm just another poet, offering my deepest condolences and letting you know I'm here if I can be a lending ear.❤️ I hope you still feel her love transcends everything and that it still reaches you.
I remember my mother as a safe harbor, Fotini, and when she died the mooring that held me safe and secured slipped from its post and it was I who was set adrift upon a dark and lonely sea.
Your poem is beautiful. Your mother is with you always.
I feel that way too, Paul. I guess I will be drifting for a while, it’s only natural. But your words really help right now. Each one of you, sending your love, pulls me back to the shore.
Thank you for this precious gift, Lor. Much needed. 🖤
A very beautiful poem, Fotini. Am I to understand you are writing about your own mother? I send you my deepest and most heartfelt condolences if so my friend.
Thank you so much, Jonathan. For the praise and the condolences, and for every word you ever wrote to me so far. 🖤
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This is a stunning poem, Fotini. Such a lovely send off to your mother. Sending you love.
I had not the chance to say goodbye. I still find it difficult to say goodbye. “So long” feels less definite in a way. Words…
Thank you for your loving words, LeeAnn 🙏
My heart. Sending love. <3
Thank you, dear Kristine 🙏
Sunset images return each evening.
Reminder. Mom is just there.
Golden rays. Her beams reach out to warm
and still hold you in awe.
I am in the dark here. Night has fallen over this side of the planet. But the sun will come back eventually--I'll follow his trail. ☀️
A mother is one thing and everything. I love this poem, because it breaks me to read it for the love there is in it. I'm just another poet, offering my deepest condolences and letting you know I'm here if I can be a lending ear.❤️ I hope you still feel her love transcends everything and that it still reaches you.
I feel the love, Pilgrim. Yours, mama’s, the world’s.
Thank you 🙏
When I need her, she visits. Have faith moms never leave. 🙏🌹
I feel that in my heart, dear Patris, though it hurts still—my heart—too soon to shed away the pain. ❤️
I understand, dear Fotini. Arms around you.
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one last whiff of spring
brushes her cheek
as the boatman
calls—
The unique love of mother. May her warmth always stay with you. She will stay in you. Xx
She will, I know.
Thank you, my dear Síodhna 🙏
Fotini, You are very talented. D
I humbly thank you, Dave 🙏
A beautiful and entrancing way to say jt
🙏 🙏 🙏
Safe arrival on the next shore, mama. The swallows will find you again. 💛✨🌿
Over there to the great meadow of asphodels 💛
Her journey paid
now she watches
with sunbeam wings
eternal... 🤍
Thnking of you dear Fotini
A hug and my love I send to you, dear Susie 💛
I remember my mother as a safe harbor, Fotini, and when she died the mooring that held me safe and secured slipped from its post and it was I who was set adrift upon a dark and lonely sea.
Your poem is beautiful. Your mother is with you always.
I feel that way too, Paul. I guess I will be drifting for a while, it’s only natural. But your words really help right now. Each one of you, sending your love, pulls me back to the shore.
Thank you, my friend 🙏
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Such a beautiful poem, Fotini.
Moving, sweet, and profound in its implicit acceptance. :)
Thank you, my friend!
What a beautiful poem.
Thank you, my dear Margaret Ann.
I know your pain and I feel your pain. I’ve never found the words that ease such pain. So my soul reaches out to yours… in silence 😔
There are no words really, but your presence here means a lot.
Thank you, David.