The Blue Shed Comments

Your poems make me feel like crying sometimes. There is some stoic quality they possess, even in the hardest lines, that gets through my toughest exterior. Which is what good writing is all about. You are wearing their shoes without warning, without suspecting it was going to happen (or in this case, holding small pink shoes that have no wearer, any more. I too hide to shed my tears. My parents used to threaten me for crying, so I learned to do anything else rather than show my own tears. My parents weren't abusive, but I suspect they thought I would go on crying for hours on end if they didn't get stern with me, anyway that is my best guess.