A Gift Fit For A Pig Comments

The title grabbed my attention. The body soft soaped my soul with love. Thanks.

Thanks Mary! I'm not a crying kind of guy, but right now I have tears so thick I can hardly see the key board. I can't explain it. I just guess it takes women some time, but some finaly get it. Alaska

Mary, This is just marvelous, I loved every word. It made me go back and think about all of the gifts my husband ever gave me (and trust me- there have been some doozies) . It took me a long time to learn how (ok I'll say it-how GUYS!) think, many guys anyway. You got it exactly right; I am sure you made his day when you went back and thanked him. This is the kind of stuff that keeps marriages going. Good for you! Blessings- TGR (Theresa) - proud owner of a cushioned toilet seat (for my first mother's day-gotta love him-lol!)

Dear Mary I enjoyed this very much.How easily misconstrude things can be. We've all done it.What an honest reminder of ourselves. Thankyou Love Duncan

Seriously, I'm lucky if I even get a phone call from the current boy, I emphasize boy, I might be seeing at the time. It's wonderful that you realized the real meaning behind his actions. A lovely piece.

I think it is wonderful you finally realized that and that you did thank him. You truly are very lucky to have such a caring husband. The fact he even remembered it would have been enough for me, lol. Hugs, Rita

enjoyable mary/full of thought.............willow

YOU ARE LUCKY TO HAVE A HUSBAND WHO LOVES YOU UNCONDITIONALLY. I LOVE YOUR POEM.

That is such a touching piece Mary. And I bet everyone reading it does a little mental audit of all the gifts they've ever received and been a bit touchy about. Neat work.

You don't pull your punches do you Mary - even the self-inflicted ones!

Needless to say, Mary, I am impressed. This poem excels on several levels. Best H

Mary I like the poem, but you know another thing I noticed, you said your 22nd. birthday.I noticed your birthday nov.8 the same as mine only I was born 22 years before you. So when I turned 22, you were born, struck me a little funny, ha-ha

This is a very touching work Mary. Your use of narration has the right amount of structure to take the realist edge offit it. The theme, itself, fits perfect and you highlight the benefit of hindsight - the passing - of time. You seem to see the value of it as helping to reach an understanding. That you do not inject a touch of regret for not seeing the light sooner, is a good thing as it makes the length of time, that has passed, irrelevant. The important thing is the realisation itself.

When you read a poem rocking with laughter with tears in the corner of your eyes - that's some poem, Mary!

Mary, Once again you've made me cry (would ya knock it off already! lol) . This is fabulous and very moving. I'd give ya a 20 if I could. Shannon

who knows where and when and how insight and love will find us?

This is truly a love story Mary. Hopefully, some day, my wife will thank me for the power saw. I suppose she won't. It wan't purple, her favorite color. grins

Perhaps the big ideas about gifts are pie in the sky, and the real present is the 'thought' that accompanies it. Lovely write. Love Ernestine XXX

A nice story. It's strange that you didn't recognize pink favorite color thing at the time, but yes, sometimes when we go back through memory's card file, something can strike us differently than it did when it happened.

What a great poem...man that is great how it all came together. It warmed my heart...thanks.