three days grace

I am speechless beautiful tribute love hubby xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

such a step to write it for us. and so beautifully with such grace. my heart is in my throat still. i have some suggestions, but they can wait until you're ready. i love you ((((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))))) judd xxxxxxxxx

Where there is Love there is Life. ~ Mahatma Gandhi Love, Mummy Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar

Such sadness and a beautiful write Jayne. Rosina xena465

unfolds together with the pain of this write! Well done Seren! Boni

This poem really touched me. My family experienced a similar tragedy. Great poem.

sadly brilliant , nicely woven jayne,,,,,,zigy

what lovely words for an immortal tribute its just wonderful loved

5 stars ma'am loved

Just wonderful again Seren, I can even hear you singing this as a song and looking to the moon and the light of the eyes. This is one of the best I read from you and I just loved it, had to say so aussie gal. Hugs Mona xoxo Oh by the way Congrats in Order for you gal!!! on the AEC now is this your first time? I know you will be a hit and I am happy for you. Good Luck Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

and I'm sad for me, thinking of my father who has been dead for almsot six years now, and whose eyse I never saw one last time. It never stops hurting, does it? I loved the last two stanzas, about painting stars in the sky, and sketching an effigy on the moon: you have such a unique imagination. Love and Hugs, Jhena PS What is AEC?

Great tribute and I know u know I understand. And as mums go, you are wonderful. Kiss, Kiss, Hug, Hug. X

just wonderful , what emotions expressed in a lively moving manner as always a natural gift of divine perhaps and u alone know it loves boa

The last three verses of this poem is... In my humble opinion... The best Ive seen you contribute. Five stars well earned! --Club Special

Dear S., There really are no words. Love and support to you and yours. A beautiful verse. P.

Hahahahaha when I saw the title, it reminded me of the band. I love this poem, every poem you post is my favorite. Keep on writing. :)

keep up the good work.. .i like this part best "I paint a star next to another pretending they light your eyes" PeAce...LatEr8^)

Impressive very impressive, it cuts right to me. Very nice work.

I guess in the sea of all your poems ,you write and post and reply and let go. I am sorry to drag you back here again but I found this an incredibly powerful write.The concept of the eyes of mirrors of the soul ( and I do believe that)never really saying goodbye because that contact is never made brings awareness of the preciousness of looking really looking at our children and our families. Stars as living crystal eyes is a nice way of remembering... Hugs and thanks for being brave enough to share Seabhac

Ann of Norway Your innocence in this poem is made great in the manner you weave these thoughts Jayne, you catch our eye and we stay still there, beside you as you speak, we experience this happening, the passing of life into an other...an other what, why not the stars, they are there millions of miles away they too are memories of light, reaching us from far, far away, a fitting parallel to our experience of death. What wisdom comes to us when close one's die, there is an intensity of understanding and yet not, in the air, a vibrating string without the bow, its reverberations echoing through time, etched as on the surface of the moon, reflected into our deepest caverns of the seat of love where, throned it rests forever in the memory. Transported yet again by your eloquence dearest Jayne.

To me, it reads like a profound loss without equivalent cost. The two last stanzas told me me so, correct me if wrong. Yours, Espen.