! ! Heirs Of The Heart Comments

When I close my eyes and slip under my skin, I can feel the love tingling; when I close my eyes and open my mind to the space, I can feel it everywhere - the love of now, the love of yesterday, the love of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Your poem is a reminder of what I know already. Thank you love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

[I wrote this out of compassion for a fine lady who seemed to be restricted by preserving the memory of her distinguished husband...then I realised that I was 'imprisoning' my parents in just the same way, in memory, and not celebrating them and their gift to me...]

Savouring and saving this, M. t x

But Michael, if I follow your advice, it may come back to haunt me. If I keep them alive in me, I may be likewise, kept alive by those who survive me! Then I'll never get out of this madhouse.

This is simply stunning in its simplicity and depth of feeling. Beautiful work, Michael...and oh, so comforting. Raynette