A Brooch Comments

Yes.a brooch is useful and beautiful I know...but still more amazeful and artful when there is a loving person in it...adorable poem

Beautifully, and a brooch it has appeared 'fantastic …'

Lovely read with a touch of poignancy.

Visiting some old favourites today, Julia. Had forgotten the beauty in this one. Eyes all a-glistening... Give me a call next time you're on-site. Warmest wishes, Gina.

Your poem destroys delightfully the current myth that 'value' is all about financial worth. The value of the brooch you describe so eloquently, is its radiance when you played with it as a child, and it's fond connection with your grandmother - something that your poem has captured for ever. Beautiful work. Warmly, Alison

Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, and I suspect that a more valuable gift would have been treated with no more respect than the simple brooch. Memories are made of these moments, and you obviously treasure yours, as can be seen in this fine poem. Best wishes :) Jack.

Praise for your grandmother's rare and beautiful soul. She gave you a gift beyond price. Extraordinary write, Julia. Warm regards, Sandra

I just love your poem! Did your grandmother really have a dark blue brooch? Do you live near the Red Square? I was actually born in Kiev, Ukraine. Your poems shine light on those who read them, keep writing!

There are many gems here on this site and this is no exception, I have always seen deep blue as a healing colour and I believe that your grandma passed on something truely beautiful in you, Love duncan

Julia~ This poem is enchanting! It reminded me of my grandma while reading it and the pieces of jewelry she left behind. You created such a peaceful flow with your words while incorporating the wonderful person your grandma was and the blue brooch now left behind. Great Poem! ! ! I will probably go back and read this one again :) ~Courtney

Julia, I love your grandmother as well. The lead-up to her tribute is as skilfull and enchanting as the climax is forceful and moving. And on the basis of this poem, Julia, from now I feel it only proper that I should address you the way I did the last time we spoke (I think) : Jewel. Take my warmest, jewel of hearts. Gina.

This is a beautiful poem. Well done! It's one of those poems that you read and think 'I wish I had written this poem myself' and I don't think anyone can give higher praise than that.

How beautifully, wonderfully real. In my mind's eye, I see the blue, and through that, I see your grandmother and your love for her. This is a wonderful work.

I will wager what little I have, all of it, that when that brooch is held to the light, sunshine and moonshine and star light dance in it and from it, as brightly as ever, more brightly than ever.