| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/13/09 at 05:46 PM There's a father who knows the supreme art of medicine...love IS the drug. Touching scene, the "clawing in the air as if squeezing rubber balls" is a wonderful observation, and central to the poem. Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/13/09 at 09:31 PM ...man you gave me a big gulp...a soothing big gulp. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 08/14/09 at 04:06 AM The imagery is what captures our mind and then you envelope the heart as the rest continues on. Sad but with tremendous hope. ~JPP |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/16/09 at 03:52 AM The view through your window is always so relevant, and touching. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/16/09 at 03:52 AM The view through your window is always so relevant, and touching. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/16/09 at 10:55 PM A tale of compassion, pure and maybe not so simple. Tugs at the heart strings! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/18/09 at 01:07 AM My heart goes out to both images you paint but the father here is amazing, how to make it commonplace to keep reading as well as nuturing when treatment becomes routine in a child's world. Great write. smh |
