Recent Community Stories
  • Susan C Walkinshaw-Kelly, Colchester UK
  • July 30, 2019

Since writing this poem, my darling daughter has sadly taken her life. This poem was read at her funeral on July 16th 2019, on what would have been her 45th birthday. It will always be special to me as this is where I picture her along with my Sister Diana.

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  • Kelly Anne Plant
  • July 27, 2019

I really feel for you and your mum. My mum, sisters & I have my dad's funeral to arrange, and all I want is for it to be honest and true to who my dad was: he was an unfiltered, cheeky, honest brilliant dad, husband etc. Maybe your close friends and family can have a private gathering to say and do what you were robbed of at his funeral. I wish you the best, and I'm so sorry for your loss.

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  • Sage Jade
  • July 27, 2019

Still I rise. Such sass and strong, inspiring words. Maya Angelou is my hero.

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  • Lisa Bennett
  • July 26, 2019

Love this poem. I'm 55 years old, and it still applies to my feelings about my dad. Great job!

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  • Beenish Faryad
  • July 25, 2019

My grandmother also passed away this month from a brain hemorrhage. I miss her so much. Doctors offered surgery on her. We all agreed, but she died. I can't believe that she has gone forever. I loved her. I was so attached with her. She was really like a mother to me. Now, I call her in my loneliness (dadi ami) as I called when she was with me, but she doesn't recall my name. I can't believe it. I also think that she is alive and one day she will come and hug me. She is far away. I watched her pictures with me and cried. I never forget her voice, hug, kisses and her style. She was just 70. I can't forget her during my whole life.

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  • Vishali
  • July 25, 2019

It gives me inspiration! As a woman, we have to suffer from all these difficulties, but if we have courage to do something bold, no one can stop us.

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  • Theophilus O. Ogundeji
  • July 25, 2019

Life is full of loud shouts of distractions and contradictions while the sound of focus is but a whisper. Nature, fortunately sings this silent tune of focus to ears that would seek her. The poem perfectly expresses this. May we all find the strength to heed the silent tune of focus and ignore the loud noises of contradictions.

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  • Bandile King, KwaZulu Natal, Ladysmith
  • July 23, 2019

My friend's mother also had one miscarriage, and the second baby died after being one month old. The mother still numbing that pain, and I hope this poem is going to help her.

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  • Kumari Weerasooriya
  • July 23, 2019

Healing power of nature is unparalleled. It is beautifully depicted through the poem. It also contains a hidden warning to those who senselessly destroy nature because man has no life without natural beauty.

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  • Jenifer L Woolf, Shirley
  • July 23, 2019

You nailed it on this one! Awesome job. I wish I had this God-given creative talent. Thank you for sharing. Keep doing what you're doing. You're doing a great job.

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