My Father, With His Arthritic Hands Comments

Indomitable Spirit. My hearty wishes to your dad, Ma'am. Is there any way I can hear his lovely tunes?

WOW! Rani thank God you have invited me to read this poem...Its awesome...The message was great, very touching piece. With all your fathers disability the songs flow through the heart while playing his violin...10/10

A very touching poem, beautifully written. Thanks for sharing. Kate

Rani, a truly wonderful poem of love and respect. I am glad you pointed me to it.

your pride in your father and compassion for him really touched me. it is very painful to see your parents suffer. but he rose above it and made you proud. so touching

we all have loved our father but it's a beautiful way to reveal our regards and affection...a soul soothing poem...

Once again your love for your father shines through your work and touches the hearts of those who read.

Like me, you really love your father, and they both play the violin..this is a very touching piece, it moved me to tears..i do miss my father so much..Thanks for this sharing, Rani

This is a moving and beautifully written piece, Rani. The skilled hands of an old person are very touching to me too. You paint a clear picture of him.

A splendid message of love indeed, passionately expressed! Thanks.

Your father makes beautiful music with those arthritic hands of his. I can only add, Encore'. Very touching, Rani. Warmest regards, Sandra

moving beyond words simply beautiful

What a lovely tribute to your Father, its sad we all have to get old I too suffer with arthritis not so bad as your father but it is debilitating, excellent work 10 Lynda x

A nice tribute that you have depicted through this wonderful poem. All lines show that u hold loving and carying liaison with your father. good work.thanz.

Your poem brought a lump into my throat; it made me think of my own father with his arthritic legs, sitting in his study room with his students, busy teaching...fighting away the old age blues...Thanks a lot for sharing.

Absolutely adorale poem the love for your father comes shining through I can almost hear him playing top marks Chris regards from the Morvan