| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/09/09 at 09:46 PM a home, money, a car...nothing material should keep the unhappy together if all it will ensure is continuation of the grief. Not a suggestion, only a thought that came to me after reading this, Joan. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/09/09 at 11:26 PM I hope it isn't inertia! I think too many marriages last for years just that reason. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/10/09 at 04:41 AM Well written, and very thought provoking. I especially like the third stanza. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/12/09 at 10:17 PM Wow! Reminds me of someone I know. Well stated!! A great reminder, and echoe of that old song, "Love The One You're With." |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/14/09 at 03:54 PM ...and your point? just joshing m'lady, 'tis true so true the dimensions of a living relationship...we sometimes zig when it would have been better to have zagged!! no training manuals for a life lived...i dove right into this as me and mebride have all our lives been on different clocks...she has to be [work] a morning person, but come around 8:45-9ish, she's out like a burned-out bulb...and we too share a home, a there is that 'indescribable' reason we [all we's] stay together...i love this work. a balance, eh? mutual shoulder-shrug. |
| Posted by Tony Young on 03/15/09 at 05:49 PM "This old house", nice to see your calling such "a home". Great write Joan, you keep on thinking over those early morning coffee's...
T |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/04/15 at 03:22 PM Congrats on POTD, Joan!
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