On Believing the Unbelievable...(IP)

Hi Tina,

this was most haunting and poignant at the same
time. I also found it almost like a dream, like
you were dreaming of your daughter, but she
couldn't hear you, because it was a dream.

This was how I read it, I hope that it was
somewhere close to what you were writing.

It was a read, that made me think about how we
often dream of loved ones that have passed over,
it brings so much comfort.

Thankyou so much.

Jenny.

Yes, I kind of felt that too, Tina. Dreamlike and poignant. Much enjoyed.

sue

Jenny, whatever the poem means to you, is what it is...and as it so happens, it was in my mind too:-)

Thank you, so very much, for reading this one.

Tina

Many thanks to you, sue;-)

Tina

This touched me even more than others of your poems. So much love and respect.It would be nice to believe it! Beautiful

;)Pia

A superb gentleness

Very wonderful. Very moving, particularly (and obviously) at the end. You could write good bluegrass songs (although I think they need more mountains than Norfolk has).

Rob

I agree with Rob - very wonderful. :-)

Thanks, so very much, Pia. Your words, more than appreciated;-)

Tina

Florian - such are your words. And I thank you.

Tina

new Silver-Spun-Sand
Tina, such a beautiful poem.
Full of love and affection, then
moving words say it all.
Thankyou sharing it.
A very good poem for the (IP)
To love is to give all in affection and care!
As always you have in your poems.
take care!
Well deserved cherry!
Wind gale is calm to-day bit like me! maybe.
I believe that beautiful daughter is with you
in spirit and soul, to do write all the wonderful
poems, you can do. Pleasure other's to enjoy and read.
all the best
julie xx

I have to agree with Pia - for some reason I found this to be one of your most moving poems. I am always moved when you write of Andrea but this one is particularly special. Beautiful writing, Tina.

Hi there, Rob, and thanks.

Bluegrass? Now there's an idea. Have to try and rustle up the odd mountain or two. My garden is one big hill though, so maybe that will just have to
do;-)

Seriously though, so pleased you got something from this;-)

Tina

Good of you to say so, fb;-) And I hope the world is treating you kindly these days.

Tina;-)

Hi there, Julie...and yes, my daughter is with me 'in spirit soul', as you so eloquently put it.

This was one of those poems that wrote itself. It is, in fact, an account of what happened, back at the Garden of Remembrance, on the day after her 'Celebration of Life'.

Thanks, so very much for your more than appreciated words, Julie;-)

Tina xx

Hello there, Coral;-) I thank you for your beautiful words, and appreciate them, more than you could ever know.

Tina

Trying to give my hands a little rest ( arthritis ) But I couldn't resist this one.

You spin such lovely work Hun :)

Oh dear, Maggie, I am so sorry. Arthritis is such a painful condition. I hope your hands feel more comfortable soon, and many, many thanks for commenting, so kindly.

Tina;-)

I agree with Florian and Fatboy. This is a poem that sort of expands in your gut. The message is heartbreaking, visceral and uplifting all at once.

I agree with all the above. Beautiful, poignant, and yet it does give you that ray of hope that we all need. Thank you for sharing this with us.

And thank you, OTT, for reading and for your lovely comment;-)

Tina

Thank you, so much, barry;-) Pleased you gleaned so much from this.

Tina

Beautiful, Tina. I love the idea of the note: ‘Last one in – turn off the light’. The last thing my mum always says to me and my sister before going to bed is 'Last one to bed, lock up and turn the internet off.' She really loathes our broadband box! Stunning poem, as always. Well done on the cherries!

Magic xxx

Thanks, Magic. Ah yes...the internet, I would certainly have been adding that, these days;-) Pleased you enjoyed, and it was good of you to tell me. Hope you week is going well;-)

Tina xxx

Really lovely.

msiagirl - thanks;-) Tina