tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post2621757812528802319..comments2023-10-11T03:49:53.934-04:00Comments on The Gold Puppy: Thinking about My Mother and FatherReya Mellickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-67357055975809558102008-01-26T09:51:00.000-05:002008-01-26T09:51:00.000-05:00thank you for the poem and picture. poignant. pow...thank you for the poem and picture. poignant. powerful.<BR/><BR/>are you familiar with sweet honey's song breaths? reminds me of this beautiful poem. if not check it out! who knows might be on youtube!mouse (aka kimy)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09385557065971602436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-51211858877362784822008-01-25T20:46:00.000-05:002008-01-25T20:46:00.000-05:00I do have a much healthier and happier relationshi...I do have a much healthier and happier relationship to my parents than I did when they were alive. And yes, I am definitely my parents' daughter.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-85061619994604560412008-01-25T19:03:00.000-05:002008-01-25T19:03:00.000-05:00Lori you are my inspiration every time I put a poe...Lori you are my inspiration every time I put a poem on the blog. Thank you!<BR/><BR/>Dennis likes my photo? Wow!! I am flattered, also because Steve likes the pic with the poem. That's Lori's genius, you know.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-90064735703023624322008-01-25T11:35:00.000-05:002008-01-25T11:35:00.000-05:00Dennis looks at the photo and Dennis says WOW.Dennis looks at the photo and Dennis says WOW.dennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07382113112087625147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-33150667104218818682008-01-25T11:29:00.000-05:002008-01-25T11:29:00.000-05:00Wow. Thanks for that.Wow. Thanks for that.Lori Witzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04744273435691506484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-69472004264897916852008-01-25T09:24:00.000-05:002008-01-25T09:24:00.000-05:00The photo goes with the poem so well!I like the id...The photo goes with the poem so well!<BR/><BR/>I like the idea that the dead still surround us, embodied in the old photos and letters. SO true.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-51294934019904969012008-01-25T09:04:00.000-05:002008-01-25T09:04:00.000-05:00What an evocative poem. It's curious how our view...What an evocative poem. It's curious how our views of the dead change after they've passed on - wonderful too how they change when they get back home.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04871239587214383387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-42404237963806480632008-01-25T07:44:00.000-05:002008-01-25T07:44:00.000-05:00This poem makes me think of many things,The short ...This poem makes me think of many things,<BR/><BR/>The short intense time of childhood. I end up thinking of my mother and father often, anyway, because they gave such good advice about life--and they didn't even have to say things out loud. I picture them at the river, dancing together. Just a waltz.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-10374766342079861682008-01-24T23:17:00.000-05:002008-01-24T23:17:00.000-05:00After their passing, we seem to inevitably forgive...After their passing, we seem to inevitably forgive them for all the things that made us angry as their children. I have a much different impression of my parents now than I did back when we were a family. I can certainly see that I am their daughter, for better or for worse.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18356998698106275372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-82378920267743772812008-01-24T22:32:00.000-05:002008-01-24T22:32:00.000-05:00"They read the letters they sent us, insatiablefor..."They read the letters they sent us, insatiable<BR/>for signs of their love." Heartbreaking and lovely and surely true! No wonder they make so much racket.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16882095167229369696noreply@blogger.com