beautiful poem, Laura; generations of laughter and tears
Laura,A close view of famial love and angst. Like all your poetry, I love it.Barbary
barbary, dahlink, you got stuck (or rather your comment)! i'm so glad. this poem almost tore my heart out, barb. how we hand down our sorrow!have a wonderful day today. we're bucklin' down for our big winter storm. last year it was the oregon coast's first hurricane. xoxoxox
Love your poem, Laura. I guess you mean the title ironically. Tears bring the world to your aid. They're such a beautiful signalling system and strong emotions cannot be denied. Without tears they could make a drunk of anyone. Children have not yet learned to thwart the process or judge it.
yes indeed, dear friend, i did mean it ironically, it is certainly better than terror, violence and cruelty! you have such keen insight. xoxoxox
very sensitive. Connected!
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