And I Promise To Reserve A Seat For My Lonesome Master Comments

This journey into your school-day past is very beautiful, Nimal, despite the peeling poverty of the image you paint with such a decrepit brush. I particularly liked the touch of humor when you describe your old music teacher's melancholy voice: 'And I never thought a chalk could speak like a parrot.' This sort of whimsical humor is reminiscent of some of the French art films of the mid 20th Century. Your dedication to Sandra is noted. She is not only a fine poet, but a good friend whose honest and insightful comments are to be treasured, always. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Beautiful, nostalgic, and poignant. Only nimal dunuhinga could have written this. I am honored by your dedication. In the school of poetry, I give you exceptional marks. Fond regards, Sandra