You, dwindling

oh, this is so beautiful Nina it hurts my eyes. ~A

Blessings Nina.. that's all i can say. Theodore

thank you...........your words ego through our lives. stef

The fading is so sad Nina. I loved it. Whats up with the tributes and sadness this week Nina. I don't want to cry. I love to tell you what I think. But I have a hard time when you make it so close and personal. It feels like I am intruding. I know this feeling you describ and usual don't mind intruding but wouldn't dare tell the story this brings up for me. For fear of what it could do. Where it could go. Maybe oneday I will take that leap. Challenge. In the line, They say I’ve been a bad boy, you whisper, wild-eyed I may be wrong, but he was speaking. Shouldn't it be "They say I’ve been a bad boy, he whispered wild eyed", no second comma. Just a thought in my attempt to be useful. I tried to see why you would use "you", and I did see it, but could not feel it. Slightly interuptive in flow. Did that make sense? Julie D.D.

An unnecessary desire to explain (if for our benefit) has made a lasting image. The frailty of that fading is difficult to fathom for the child we will always be, of our parent. As the roles switch we must become the nurturer for one who gave us ours. The evidence that he was such a man, a father, is displayed by the loving response you share here. May God be with you in this time and ease the suffering/pain you must feel. May my prayers for you both be heard and answered. Indi

If this is a poem about Dad I say wow it must be happening to alot of us lately here. I shed a tear when I read this as I know and feel what you must be going through at this time and just know I pray for you and Dad..the love you have and I have also. Your friend Mona "Determination Brings Success"

Nina and especially a beloved father. This is a poignant and tear-jerking piece. If you mean "sh" to be "be quiet" I think it should be more "ssshh...". I was also expecting "what colour is it" rather than "which colour is it". Big hug, Keith

Ann of Norway I sent you a poem earlier about this, we all know something of this feeling, my dear father, Roland, was shrunken to a mere skeleton by his rheumatism and diabetes, no longer such a living energetic man, it was his strong will to manage himself that gave him the energy to live, he conquered the frailty and inability to do things with stoic stay-power, making a cabinet for his radiogram using a mirror to see down to the screws shaking and annoyed at his inadequacy, and he triumphed with a feeling of great satisfaction, sitting in his wheel chair weeping with the grand music that he loved so much, that was a moving sight. The day before his heart gave up, possibly due to the many aspirins he took to kill the constant pain, he mended his brothers watch, those tiny, tiny screws he used, taking a very long time with stubborn determination, he made it work, triumphantly, then the next day it was over, I lost a father and was bereft of any feelings. You have stirred memories Nina, Love Ann

if my arms were wings they would fly to you now ... (((hugs))) Love Jayne-Chloe x x x