Whispers

Sorry for yours and Audianna's loss. She sounds like a brave girl. Touching write, my friend. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "Johnny was a chemist’s son, but Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H2O, was really H2SO4...."

This is a very well written poem. Audie was very brave to sing a song. Did she put her teddy in for her grandma. Sounds like you are already a good grandmother, girls love it when you whisper in their ear. Right now that's what she needs to hear. Patty

Smiles:) Barbara your poem is a special expression i'm sure your g'daughter appreciate really good write

Hi Janice.....This packs a punch, Why are all the great writings painful!!! life is cruel and then some, Just love her Jan thats all you can do, time a great healer, Losing loved ones....is never easey, My Deepest Respects to you both..... Peter ~~~"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday, and I love today."~~~

This is very beautiful and I love the way you bring the beginning of the poem back at the end. Sorry for your loss. Ofira Sephiroth

Congrats on a much deserved spotlight. This one is still beautiful. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "If you've ever emptied the back of your pickup truck by driving backward really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck" - Jeff Foxworthy Bill Engvall: "that's how we moved"

Beautiful poem. Congratulations on spotlight

that this poem would make me feel a bit uneasy. You are treading a fine line on sentimentality here but you manage it with skill. the only jar is between these two lines- lost her grandmother this year hair meticulously combed, perhaps a comma, stop or even stanza break after year? (you can see I am stretching to give some crit 8) ) cheers, Jess

Hi Janice.. Great Poem, and a Deserving Position, Just my thoughts, Kindest Regards.......Peter ~~~"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday, and I love today."~~~

I can feel it and for me that is poetry. Sorry that a child needs to feel that sadness. She may grow up fast. Congratulations, Mark Old bandits are really young rascals.

Something about little (and big) girls and their grandmothers....perhaps another whisper is remembered..."welcome my little one." Beautiful write Janice and hugs to Audianna. Very interesting name, btw. Congrats on the spotlight too! ~A

This is a beautiful and very touching piece and shows the tenderness and love you are capable of. It is indeed unfortunate for the little girl who lost her grandmother but she is lucky to have you around to shower and give her your love and understanding when she needs it most. Life tries to make a balance between the good and bad, the fortunate and unfortunate, sadness and happiness. Good deeds - no matter silently they are done - never go unrewarded. This is the unspoken law of life. Warm regards ... Leonard

lovely poem, shows a humble bone in you that I think is quite attractive... I'll move with the crowd on this one... very good! congrats... Richard

This well-written piece of human drama pulls at those heartstrings from nowhere and everywhere. I feel it. Rich

Janice, what a well written piece, the care givers are in Gods heart. really beautiful and touching. thanks, Eddie if a man does not know love, he does not know God

No matter the turn of the screw, the turning returns us to Love. Your poem reminds me: Elizabeth Barrett Browning's (1806-1861) poem: How Do I Love Thee? How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

thought it was Shakespeare. Thanks for the reminder. cheers, Jess

You left me speechless. Great flow, fantastic story and wow - if this is a true story - you did your grandaughter, her grandmother and yourself proud. Nothing to criticise - this is brilliant! Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

Congrats on the spotlight. You have started a new tradition in my family. I saw my grandkids on Friday night and told them I had a secret to tell them. I whispered in their ear, I love you to the moon and back, to which they replied, I love you to Pluto and back (they said, I think thats the farthest planet). You set a fine example for all of us to follow. Glad you went with Audie Friday. Love you to the moon and back Patty

i like the style...its sooooo cool. she felt it even at the ypung age of seven. i lost my grandmother when i was young too. keep writing! nice one...

beautiful. Poignant. Precious. Powerful. (And so well written.) Much thanx, Chuck

Sorry I am so late reading this. I will sum up how I feel about it in one word...Fabulogreatindescribablywonderfultender. Applause and congrats. Respectfully, Rett: "The only thing observable with the naked eye to exceed the speed of light is rumor" Unknown

Returning now, today, to this poem is heart-wrenching. I didn't know Kaz as well as you all did, nevertheless, there's an emptiness that is palpable. Love. ~Anna "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho