Play It Again

this is stunning. You capture that sad moment so well here, one feels it has happening here and now. And all this so quietly and matter of factly, which gives your writing even more impact. It is hard to see someone we love "fade away", as you put it. My father is rapidly being devoured by his sickness, too, and sometimes it is almost too much to bear... Yours, ~Nina

an excellent delivery of a devastating situation... so hard to watch those we love fading... a hug for you Janice, and give your sister one from the moon man... thank you for sharing this piece of your heart! Richard

A sad and hurting write Janice, a world of emotions in these few lines... Felt so sorry for the condition for your sister. I can imagine how difficult and painful it would be for the one who suffers from Alzheimer, to cope with it. The last lines are very touching.... Your sensitive and loving heart shows very well in your all great writes. Love and best wishes, Wafi "Culture, location and beliefs; All vanish with love!" ~Afzal Shauq~

This is a quiet and beautiful soliloquy. It touches the ordinary without being ordinary. Very nice. Brian

I watched my Grandmother fade, and I know how difficult it is to do. My heart goes out to you and your dear sister. A very touching poem... Always, Cat

Hi Janice, Good to read you after such a long time. A ver touching and brilliant write indeed. You have captured such deep emotion in this very compact and energetic piece,that nobody can help but be deeply touched. Your friend always ... Leonard

The aptness of the title. Leonard

Janice, well deserving of the spotlight, well done. A great poem sensitively portreying such a tragic circumstance, I am impressed. Cheers~ Anni ~~~ "I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in the kindness of human beings. I am so absorbed in the wonder of earth and the life upon it that I cannot think of heaven and angels." Pearl S. Buck:

I cannot read this without crying, why, why why....... This world is so full of problems and some seem to make it worse. You reach out and touch people with your poetry. There was a stage in life when I had not a care in the world and we had blond hair and played in the sand. Now to watch our childhood friends (sister,brother) regress into some shell that we cannot penetrate...... eny iny over.... the ball went over...........Those will always be the sound played and replayed in my head. Lets build a snowman! Lets play dolls, Lets surprise Mom................ Do you love me Yes No I want to go home

I am speachless and this is so beautiful Janice ... Love Jayne x x