Nov. 20, 2005
Dear Lorenzo Coco Sr.
As I toy with the decision to rate this poem a five star, I'm certain you're feeling your brother's sincere loss to your family. Please accept my sympathy at this time.
On another note in ordinary time, worrying about ratings is shared by all. Stopping posting several works in progress from my own port is the result of ratings. And sir, these can be very low or on the opposite end of the stick, very high. You may want to check out sev of my pieces on Reviewing and my forum, The Moffett Files Take 3, to continue in that vein. Somedays, Teff (that's me) becomes the self-proclaimed guru of opinions on these matters.
Of your poem, one can surely see a childhood lived to the hilt, with a loving family in the background, and a thread so thick between brotheres, that no, it cannot be severed.
Now, you must look to the wife and the family and celebrate as best you can the holidays ahead. Recently, I lost my father, Paul in Feb and sometimes I look beside me and he is still there, in my heart, in my mind and in my peripheral vision. Photos help, believe it or not.
As by reading and enjoying, almost adopting your heartfelt poem, I am reminded nothing helps as much as OUR memories.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Thanks for this poem which reminds us all of a way to look at life lived and provides between the lines an outlet for grief.
God Bless, Mr. Coco.
Cordially,
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Oh, please keep writing, perhaps we'll hear more from you, maybe even in short story form one day. For, this is a guess, I think you have some stories to tell. Think to setting and then to character and you're off and running. |
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