on Looking at her is like reliving the past. I’m watching myself behind a window, a one way mirror. That’s what it feels like at least. I’m not looking at myself, I am looking at her. I see myself in her, the resemblance, it’s uncanny. I was a piece in the puzzle that was my daughter,… Continue Reading She Had Dreams Too
on When We Begin To Love: A Poetry Response We begin to love when we begin to lose. That is not to say that we do not love in the face of happiness; love can be strongest when we are strongest, and happiness has the ability to strengthen. However, there is an… Continue Reading When We Begin To Love – A Response
on To a Sad Daughter I felt that this poem was a way for a father to express his love and devotion to his daughter. He chooses to express his feelings through writing about both his and her struggles as they both grew together. The author shows how the father trusts his daughter and wants her… Continue Reading The Sad Miracle