(for Dónall) Gifts Comments

I particularly love the last stanza and your use of simile....you hold my new life that I give to you, fragile as a moth in your devout hands. Great line in a fine poem. Exquisite!

What a beautiful poem and so very loving.....splendid! Ruthie

Hello lady.. I am happy that you 'made' me read this work.. It is very very good. You are one of the few that have capture the spirit and soul of poetry and make it work for you. thank you

a beautiful love poem thanks giving...sincerity honesty and mutual understanding make autumn love life glorious...10

shades of a maturity here...new phase, new life...goes to show how strong you are

loved this one very nice

Onelia commented that I seem the stronger of the two of us because I have wiped the slate clean and give to Dónall my life as a tabula rasa. Her comment has inspired me to rewrite the last few lines of this poem. I wanted to express my feeling that Dónall is enriching me artistically, supporting my writing by showing me poets, music and art works that have inspired him or that he sees will appeal to me. Of course we have both shown each other our past lives, over the last few weeks. I've had more to own up to and to put into perspective than he has - ten years more life and twenty four years of a marriage, to start with - so I have had to wipe some of the slate as clean as I can, to make room for the next phase of life - our life - but a tabula rasa is not a viable option and I carry my baggage as we all do! Dónall gives me all of himself, all of the time, and I feel I am more lucky than I deserve, that we have found each other after so long.

You...you are the gift...the gift is you! love Donall Donall

Sigh..... this is very beautiful and tender and the words are so embellished with love. They drip from the screen and tantalise like a very heavy honeycomb laden with the stuff. Am so happy to read this.... HG: -) xx

I like the juxtaposing of what he gives and what you give in return - his memories against a tabula rasa, promising a completely new beginning, new life. You seem to be stronger, keeping the past deep inside, erasing the traces of the old life. Women! :) Always trying to give a comfort and a new life. It is a deep good poem. BR, one