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a gentle touching poem where every day is a holiday when that special one is at your side and every moment is eternal matchless beauty a fine poem

a gentle touching poem where every day is a holiday when that special one is at your side and every moment is eternal matchless beauty a fine poem

Thanks, thanks, good Charles Chaim Wax Charles Chaim Wax-You -my beloved home

Thanks, thanks , good Charles Chaim Wax

dear charles, you have this wonderful knack of converting otherwise ordinary narratives into wonderful poems.i like and appriciate them all.are a teacher? and remain at 6.best wishes.

hearts hurt no matter their denial our pain their pain intertwines and what do we do when all that is left is a bitter good~bye? When we are left holding the bag? We make the best because we are what is left. This is a poignant and beautifully portrayed part of life. I relate, my father and I we were not close and I got to him an hour too late as he died of a heart attact. Good~bye was not an option.

How tragically beautiful in thought and word, Charles. A paradox of suffering, but you creatively expressed it for us to feel what you did. I love your expressive words here. Are you really just five? :)

First, I want to thank you for your feedback on some of my work. I always appreciate hearing what you have to say. Your poem moved me...stirred up some emotions...but that's what a good poem does...i look forward to reading more of your work!