Four Shadows Past

Your poetry always leaves me speechless, Andrea. I am an avid reader of yours but rarely comment due to the fact that I am always completely blown away.

The scene you have portrayed here is you sitting up late at night in bed, writing poetry long after your husband has went to bed. It's almost like this is your private time to finally sit down and let all of the pent up emotions out, something you may not be able to do while he is awake because you don't want him to see how these agonizing memories still affect you. Or it could just be the only time you can gather your thoughts with a little bit of peace and quiet. But you stay up for a few hours, just pouring your heart out and when dawn is peeking through the curtains, it is time for you to finally lay down and go to sleep beside your husband.

I'm in love with your ending - perfect!

Thank you to you both :-)

Your soul had journeyed
far beyond
scribbled words.

I felt a deep sadness reading this, but it was so beautifully written from beginning to end.

Maple Tree...I am so in love with how you write...the control you have over your pen is flawless.....thats all i can say.

Simply Awesome.