by Ben Pickard
Peter, |
Thank you Ben for your kind comments. Praise coming from you is worthy praise indeed. Thankyou. |
by Em
Peter, this a sad write that brought tears to my eyes because it reminded me of my dear Nan before she passed as she was showing early signs of dementia and on good days she knew who I was and on the bad days she hadn't a clue. It was heart breaking and even more so that this happens to many of us. |
Thank you Em for your kind comments. Dementia is a really terrible disease and like your Nan, my Mum and Dad succumbed to it and I saw first hand the terrible effects it had on them over several years, before I had to place them both in a Care Home. The poem was a testament to their huge Love for each other, which as their son who cared for them, increasingly in the latter stages of their lives, was privelleged to witness. They truly loved each other right to the very end as this monstrous disease took hold of them both. |
by Mr. Darcy
Peter, it is so nice to see your words and face grace these cold quiet walls. Its like hanging a Gustav Klimt painting on a cellar wall - you light it up! |
Surely you mean a Rembrandt Mike?! Just joking !! lol |
by Maple Tree
Oh this breaks my heart....Just beautifully written Peter |
by Karla
beautiful and so powerful. |
by Ingrid
A beautiful poem, dearie. Let us hope it will never be passed onto you. |
by ddavidd
This is a product of a swan like spirit and a tender soul. Reading your words I just see white feathers. |