A Daughter Remembers Comments

'Those words were pieces of time '- - - - - -Wonderful ! ! Loving impressions we carry with fond memories. Ýou never left me, not entirely.Your soul is so largeit occupies both worlds at once Part of you resides with the angels, and another part swirls through the air I breathe We are a family still- -

[previous comment continued]: ....leaving comments. favorite parts (among many) : just before his lips shaped the sounds that made the words live in my mind. From that moment forward, those words were pieces of Time Unending..... AND: My father, those are your traces, aren't they? You never left me, not entirely. Your soul is so large it occupies both worlds at once. i don't remember my dad ever reading to me, except maybe the riot act once. nah! mom probably had the reading chores. bri :) so NOW you have at least comment on your poem BECAUSE you put it into a showcase! ;)

Here is one comment I read after I read the poem: “Liza Sudina (5/7/2016 2: 03: 00 AM) but why daughter? you are a son? ” ………….THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION. AND here is another good question: From my mind: Why do readers of fiction or ‘possible fiction’, e.g. poems on PH, often (I think; I do it sometimes!) assume the author is the speaker, and/or that the ‘story’ is about the author, and/or that the story is true? ? ? Of course maybe you ARE a woman. How do we really know? Does PH send out spies to check on our truthfulness when we become members? ? I don’t THINK so. I have a confession; I am a twelve year old girl! I shall gladly put this into my/our July 2016 “a showcase for PH poets”, to be found in my list of PH poems on this site. Maybe that will satisfy Susan Williams’ longing to have this poem published! Bri :)

All the memories in the poem painted multicoloured scenes showing the lovely feelings they accompany human being to his death.So HUMAN!

The poem starts softly and then starts to swirl within the room, filling it. I think you should take Susan's advice, and submit this for publication. Excelsior!

Daniel, this poem can sit with its head up and spine straight among all the best of poetry from the pens of all the best classic authors- Dickinson, Frost, Sandburg, cummings, Tennyson, name your favorite. Your pen flowed with magic the day you wrote this. You absolutely must get this published- -pick out the magazine, book, anthology you want and there is not one doubt in my mind that it gets snapped up. You cannot keep this poem out of the public eye. That would be literature abuse. Its every word, line, image is POETIC PERFECTION.

A fascinating poem, Daniel. My mind hung on every word and feeling portrayed in this quiet imagery. Brought back my own father sitting in his armchair, reading and playing word games with me as I sat on the ottoman in front of him. Brought tears to my eyes as I remembered those days when I was so young and innocent. Never realizing back then that one day he'd be gone and I'd have only empty moments of remembering to find him in. Often through the years I've wondered where his chair went, feeling him with me from time to time, wishing he'd return, knowing we'll always be a family, me a child listening as he was speaking, holding onto every word he said with wonder. Very touching and heartfelt poem, Daniel, really hit home with me. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

but why daughter? you are a son?

So calm, it's good to have such an intelligent bilingual father! A father and a friend! Where is that comfort, that fullness that was mine, when the world was just a man speaking and a child listening?

Loving, nurturing parents are part of their children long after they have died

Narration of the fond memories of father, cherished by a child since childhood, have been unfolded in marvelous way in this beautifully penned poem that is a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing. Regards. Ratnakar Mandlik