Comment from dmt1967

Excellent

I like the last verse 'come home safe to me' the whole poem centers on that verse everything the poet lives for is in that one sentence thank you for sharing

 Comment Written 23-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning deb,

You are right.
Everything the poet lived for was in that one sentence of this tiny poem.
As someone much wiser than I once shared with me, god must have needed him more than I did.
He died less than a month after I wrote this poem in the spring of 2009.

I wrote about him in a very happy poem called "rapscallions gifts".
I offer it, not for potential reviews but for your enjoyment.
It is a celebration poem.

Peace, hugs and lots of smiles,
Jill
-:)

Comment from bossladyone

Exceptional

Very romantic. I like it a lot. I can feel the love you have for your better half. It is well written and flows nicly. The picture and color scheme add to the impact of the poem. Thank you for sharing

 Comment Written 23-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Please see my detailed response to the lovely gift of your six star review in your private mail

Thank you,
Jill
-:)

Comment from jfmorgan

Exceptional

This poem is filled with nice sentiment. It reminds all of us just how precious life is. It must be excruciating to love someone you cannot get to. Anyway, this is so well done that it really moves the heart. Thanks for sharing it photomultiplier.

 Comment Written 23-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning,

Please see my detailed response,to your gift of a lovely six star review, in you private mailbox.

Jill
-:)

Comment from Kaibagirl17

Good

So romantic. And the heart picture just makes the whole thing work. But darn it this makes me wish I had a boyfriend! Oh quell, I still enjoyed this poem.

This rating does not count towards story rating or author rank.
The highest and the lowest rating are not included in calculations.

 Comment Written 22-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning Kaibagirl,

You are absolutely right. It was indeed romantic
Everything the poet lived for was in that last sentence of this tiny poem.
As someone much wiser than I once shared with me, god must have needed him more than I did.
He died less than a month after I wrote this poem in the spring of 2009.

I wrote about him in a very happy poem called "rapscallions gifts".
I offer it, not for potential reviews but for your enjoyment.
It is a celebration poem.

Peace, hugs and lots of smiles,
Jill
-:)

Comment from Selina Stambi

Excellent

Lovely, uptownchef, dear!

A lover or wife waiting for the loved one to return from war.

You set the scene so well with simple clipped lines.

Really enjoyed it. :) Hugs xxx

 Comment Written 22-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning Reachingforthestars,

Everything the poet lived for was in that one sentence of this tiny poem.
As someone much wiser than I once shared with me, god must have needed him more than I did.
He died less than a month after I wrote this poem in the spring of 2009.

I wrote about him in a very happy poem called "rapscallions gifts".
I offer it, not for potential reviews but for your enjoyment.
It is a celebration poem.

Peace, hugs and lots of smiles,
Jill
-:)

Comment from 9999pool

Excellent

Many wait at home and pray for the safety of their loved ones. Nothing much to do but wait. The moments can be lonely and frightening at times. The price of wars and unrest is blood and lives. There is no bargain somehow.
Good write and well expressed.

Cheerio, Ritchie.

 Comment Written 22-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning Ritchie,

Everything the poet lived for was in that one sentence of this tiny poem.
As someone much wiser than I once shared with me, god must have needed him more than I did.
He died less than a month after I wrote this poem in the spring of 2009.

I wrote about him in a very happy poem called "rapscallions gifts".
I offer it, not for potential reviews but for your enjoyment.
It is a celebration poem.

Peace, hugs and lots of smiles,
Jill
-:)

reply by 9999pool on 23-Jun-2013

Welcome, cheerio, Jill.
Ritchie.

Comment from ravenblack

Excellent

Hey! I want my mug back! I'm tired of drinking from this Styrofoam cup. Just read your notes. This must have meant a lot to the troops. Keep the homefires burning.

 Comment Written 22-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning Ed,

Syrofoam cups are bad for morale and our planet.
Treat yourself to a brand new ceramic mug.
You might like it so much, with that awesome, vanilla-drizzled, cinnamon-spiked nutmeg aroma drifting into your half-asleep brain ( only on early mornings of course ) , that you might even consider a two-for-one sale.
The check out line at Marshall's usually has some yummy choices though you often have to wait long enough,to save a dollar, that you could easily stack up up on a dozen!

I tried my best to keep the home fires burning.
His death was less than a month after I penned this poem in the early spring of 2009.
I still have his rooster mug and always will along with a treasure trove of very very happy memories.
I wrote about him in a poem called "rapscallions gifts".
I offer not for reviews but for your enjoyment.
It is a celebration poem

Peace, hugs and lots of smiles
Jill
-:)

reply by ravenblack on 23-Jun-2013

I'm sorry,I did not realize that it was written about your husband. Thought maybe it was sent to all the troops as a morale booster. I don't use Styrofoam cups, was just trying to be clever which this time - just one of many- turned out to be pretty stupid.

reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Hi Ed,

We were not yet married
I did offer ithis poem as a gift after his death.
It made sense to me then.
Not exactly a path from grief but perhaps a way to offer light and hope to someone else waiting for another homecoming..

You are still clever in my book.

Jill
:-)

reply by the author on 28-Jun-2013

Good morning Ed,

Heaping tablespoons of coffee 
Fresh grated nutmeg and cinnamon 
Cocoa powder ( just a pinch will do on top ) 

While coffee is brewing, 
fill mug with about one third half and half ( fat free is fine ) 
Add brown sugar and drizzle with a fine vanilla 

Microwave for 35 seconds. 
Add coffee 

Bon appetit! 

The beginning may be a bit tricky until you get your eyeball measurements the way that you like them. If you are going to use the coffee for later as a frappucino style, do everything and chill. If you wait to sweeten and "dress" your coffee when it is already cooled, it will not be nearly as good 

p.s.
It seems like this was never sent.
I found it just this morning in my outbox.
I hope that you enjoy this fun change to your morning joe

Comment from Darkhorse555

Excellent

the fall out in the beauty in the picture dazzling bundled deep within your spirit a dream awakens in this a lovely piece

 Comment Written 22-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning Darkhorse,

Everything the poet lived for was in that one sentence of this tiny poem.
As someone much wiser than I once shared with me, god must have needed him more than I did.
He died less than a month after I wrote this poem in the spring of 2009.

I wrote about him in a very happy poem called "rapscallions gifts".
I offer it, not for potential reviews but for your enjoyment.
It is a celebration poem.

Peace, hugs and lots of smiles,
Jill
-:)

reply by Darkhorse555 on 23-Jun-2013

god bless you I am humbled in thanks

Comment from Dorothy Farrell

Excellent

A nice love poem. I like the way you wear his sweaters and are nourished by his letters - drinking coffee from his mug. Very romantic in a sweet, homey kind of way. Telling him to come home safe. You are left wondering where he is. Regards Dorothy

 Comment Written 22-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning Dorothy,

Everything the poet lived for was in that one sentence of this tiny poem.
As someone much wiser than I once shared with me, god must have needed him more than I did.
He died less than a month after I wrote this poem in the spring of 2009.

I wrote about him in a very happy poem called "rapscallions gifts".
I offer it, not for potential reviews but for your enjoyment.
It is a celebration poem.

Peace, hugs and lots of smiles,
Jill
-:)

reply by Dorothy Farrell on 23-Jun-2013

Jill - I am so sorry to hear the news from you. When we read a poem we are never sure it is fact or fiction - you wrote from the heart and my heart goes out to you. Sweet Regards to you Dorothy

reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Thank you for your very kind words

Jill
:-)

Comment from GracieAnn

Excellent

This free verse poem flows with emotion that personifies the poem into the one loved and away. It is a tender tribute to the old adage, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder". Hope is a powerful thing! :0 GracieAnn

 Comment Written 22-Jun-2013

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reply by the author on 23-Jun-2013

Good morning GracieAnn,

Hope is indeed "a powerful thing".
Everything this poet lived for was in that one sentence of this tiny poem.
As someone much wiser than I once shared with me, god must have needed him more than I did.
He died less than a month after I wrote this poem in the spring of 2009.

I wrote about him in a very happy poem called "rapscallions gifts".
I offer it, not for potential reviews but for your enjoyment.
It is a celebration poem.

Peace, hugs and lots of smiles,
Jill
-:)