Spider In My Pencil Case Comments

It is highly uncommon to have a spider as a companion animal, but I am certain that your daughter is unaware of this and held onto it for as long as possible. What a magnificent piece of poetry with flawless rhythm.

Wow.. Like daughter like father.... For the love shown to these animals she shall be shown love everywhere. God bless you and your family

I have lots & lots of very pretty spiders here in my house and I set them free in the garden :)

This is a wonderful story, such a caring so your daughter is, and a wonderful job you did of immortalizing it hear in this poem, with so mush cruelty that plagues this world its the simple acts of kindness and generosity that make everything meaningful. This is a very special work.

We adore spiders in our culture. U wrote a super awesome poem so delightful to read, on behalf of your daughter too. The rhyming brill and she would adore it too. Pls do review my latest poem i wrote this week, check date pls.

Beautiful write, to be kind and caring is a gift of love to embrace the most vulnerable, a wonderful poem!

A great poem/story, and what makes it better is that it's true, a great write.

ah, your first comment is from my favorite PH friend! and here is your second comment: favorite lines (so far) : She tickled my palm, Glad to be safe from harm. hands/demands...........good one! and teacher/creature! and those lines made me laugh, also! are you SURE you are not me? such a nice poem and nice rhymes! ! tell me the truth; you are ME, aren't you? ? has to travel to MyPoemList, and THIS ONE i hope to look at again some day (unlike most on my list) . well, i'm NOT crying! no! those are not crying stains on your monitor; clean your screen! do it now! ! bri :) and YOU inspired ME to give you another poem for you and your ‘youngest’ daughter. “Spider” Is Watching YOU Little girl, do you feel many eyes watching you each day, while, in sun or rain, outside you carry on ….at your play? It’s just me, your multi-eyed little pencil-case-spider-friend. Remember when last year, on playground, me you did defend? Those boys tormented me until you rescued “Spider” from poking, then into your case you slipped me; some thought you were joking, BUT you faithfully protected me. Then one day, ‘cause the case WAS stuffy, I crawled out and onto your shoe. Please DON’T think that I was huffy! Then those mean boys saw me, and told your even more-mean teacher, who came up to your seat and said: “You must REMOVE that creature … from my classroom and from this, your place of academic learning! ” So you placed me on a sycamore, and from that day, for you, I’m yearning. At night I sometimes dream of following you home, but too far I dare not roam, because now I have a spider family to care for, because you saved my life. Therefore … I’ll always be thankful that you came along in time to save me from those noisy boys, and I’ll think of you when my little girl AND boy spiders are playing with their spider toys. (March 19, 2015) [STEPHEN, if this gets delivered as a comment twice, please delete one. i don't want to seem pushy! bri :) ]

No wonder your daughter has done such a 'compassionate' deed! Sure she has inherited her father's gene! Very interesting anecdote in rhyming verse! Enjoyed!