| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 02/03/12 at 05:01 PM This one struck up a recent memory of dinner and "pick your memoir" with my parents. They're no more sick or dying than I am - so it was kind of a surreal evening. All our choices were written into their Living Will, I suppose to avoid any conflict over belongings when that day is upon us. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/03/12 at 10:15 PM Seemingly a morbid subject, but you handle it so deftly George, and with such unsparing honesty that I say I only hope to follow suit as "cleanly" as you do in this poem. Excellent work, sir! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/05/12 at 10:04 PM This is so good- going through things you forgot. I loved every word and could relate. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/16/12 at 05:25 PM LOL! Got to do some of that myself. Maybe in a couple of years when I retire. |
| Posted by Anya Kaats on 02/23/12 at 12:59 AM didn’t expect the ending to this. but it ended much better than i could have imagined. you make something so deep and convoluted, so simple. love it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/06/12 at 06:02 PM I hear this more and more from friends, even young adults seeing the saved clutter of their parents, and swearing they won't do the same. I really like your term "life's debris" - it reminds me to let go of both tangible and mental stuff I don't need. Thanks, George. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/26/12 at 12:17 PM reading this, one can clearly see, George, that you haven't lost the knack, the touch to connect on many levels and none of them paltry or superficial. it appears to me that your odes are couriers to the soul. The are savvy with wisdom and brimming, always brimming with life. |
