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Mary, watching you grow poetically has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life! This is the most beautiful thing I've read this morning!
There is much to be said for family rituals, Mary. You've captured so much love in this piece, love and wondering if that love is enough, if the lessons you meant to impart took. All you can do is trust and, as Crosby Stills, & Nash sing 'Know they love you.' A fine poem. All the best, Hugh
A Mother Who warns of wolves in the woods and shows them that, though their teeth are shiny they end up biting themselves harder, and a father who places the stones that guide them back from the woods by moonlight for when they need to follow the path. Question not your Love for them For They know.
A lovely remembrance. A lovely story beautifully told. Thoroughly enjoyed the journey. Thanks a lot. Love Ernestine XXX
Oh my! This is so sensitive Mary. What a great metaphor for a parent leading their child in the ways of the world and preparing them for life. Once again your perceptions of the simple profound day to day happenings in our lives Rusty
A living memory, these walks, one that your children will cling to all of their lives. This poem gives me so much, Mary. Thank you for sharing the sweetness... Esther : ]