The Days Drift Slowly By
We celebrate what would have been Shynoa's 23rd birthday.15 total reviews
Comment from royowen
An the beauty of God is He can love us wherever we are, and His love is something that doesn't need legs to reach us, it only needs willingness from us to receive, beautifully written Mike, blessings Roy
reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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An the beauty of God is He can love us wherever we are, and His love is something that doesn't need legs to reach us, it only needs willingness from us to receive, beautifully written Mike, blessings Roy
Comment Written 03-May-2024
reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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Hi, Roy. Thank you for your kind words!
Have a great day, and God bless.
mike
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Most welcome
Comment from Wojciech Gurak
Very emotional, raw and beautiful work. I'm sorry for your loss. One day I hope you'll get the hug you so desperately want. Planting a tree is a great idea.
reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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Very emotional, raw and beautiful work. I'm sorry for your loss. One day I hope you'll get the hug you so desperately want. Planting a tree is a great idea.
Comment Written 03-May-2024
reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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Hello, my friend. Thank you for your kind words! I'll be by to read.
Have a great day, and God bless.
mike
Comment from Katherine M. (k-11)
Death too young is always hard to come to terms with, year after year. Your poem is extremely poignant, especially the last words:
my arms can't reach heaven. kay
reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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Death too young is always hard to come to terms with, year after year. Your poem is extremely poignant, especially the last words:
my arms can't reach heaven. kay
Comment Written 03-May-2024
reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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Hi, Kay. Thank you for your kind words!
Have a great day, and God bless.
mike
Comment from Alexandra Trovato
She's beautiful and precious. I'm sorry, Mike. This Sunday is Orthodox Easter when I will say Christ is Risen and sing, "Christ is Risen from the grave, trampling down on death, by death. Here we think of Shyona's death but God sees her new life. I pray she is dancing with Angels, in God's Eternal Love.
Best to you.
Alex
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reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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She's beautiful and precious. I'm sorry, Mike. This Sunday is Orthodox Easter when I will say Christ is Risen and sing, "Christ is Risen from the grave, trampling down on death, by death. Here we think of Shyona's death but God sees her new life. I pray she is dancing with Angels, in God's Eternal Love.
Best to you.
Alex
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Comment Written 03-May-2024
reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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Hi, Alexandra. Yes, she was beautiful, precious, and still missed greatly. Thank you for your kind words!
Have a great day, and God bless.
mike
Comment from Ginda Simpson
This is a lovely poem of remembrance and love. You capture that unfulfilled longing beautifully with your simple words. I love the last line, acknowledging just how far your arms would have to reach.
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This is a lovely poem of remembrance and love. You capture that unfulfilled longing beautifully with your simple words. I love the last line, acknowledging just how far your arms would have to reach.
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Comment Written 03-May-2024
reply by the author on 06-May-2024
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Hi, Ginda. Thank you for your kind words!
Have a great day, and God bless.
mike
