The Bag Lady

I enjoyed it very much, but I do have a couple of suggestions (wow! amazing huh?*G*) They are as follows. I really like it a lot. It never ever forgot or Forget -(It never forgot or forgets) you the one who owns my (you're the one that owns my) sad blue soul Your there - I am here for(You're there - I am here for) you - always the only place I long to be your own Respectfully, Rett: "When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half." Gracie Allen

This is so incrediblely sad, I am away in Newcastle I go to the hospital on monday will find some time to email you my friend, your in my thoughts with all my love Jayne x x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

I am ok hun dont worry about me , ((((hug))) you take care of you I have been so worried about you lately ... darlin you seem so sad and that makes us all sad ... love and (((((((((((((((((hug)))))))))))))))))) Jayne x x x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall"

I am saddened by your poem, it is good to get it onto paper, but not so good to dwell on things no longer possible, it will not turn time backwards, one muts go forward and with the love you have in your heart do things he would have done, let him keep you light-footed and happy inside and if you show this wonderful happiness through your actions it will spread to others around you and they will love you too. There is so much sympathy one can give but one cannot live in it, it will not give you new life, it is only you who can give yourself a second chance at joy an infinitely greater aim than misery. I send you my vibrations of joyfulness across the ocean and the seagulls will tell you what to do, dear Maggie of old England. Yours with love Ann of Norway.

Sharply painful. I do hope that things will start looking up in the future, but for now, there is always, art, and you are an artist. Always, Cat

Dreams made, had, and lost - one by one on the road to finding life. And in that bag, all those memories, carefully kept close, within eyeshot. Near and dear to the heart. I am wishing her a warmer coat ... ~Pamela

You know I never got a chance to read this and I knew right after the first couple of lines I felt your tears as your were writing this one. I am hoping you are getting all your stuff together and I miss chatting with you. Love this poem by the way Love Mona Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.