My Father's Dance Comments

So stunningly beautiful..i can also relate to this..oh, i miss my Father, too..

Oh Robert..... that's just Brilliant! I'd pay to read that one.... I Love the way you transport us to another time! The Childhood memory is awesome.... one of those occasions you never forget, they burn themselves into your unconsciousness, and pop out when you least expect. True Life! Roger

Talk to him in thoughts and remember the good times.

Briggs Stadium, now it's been many moons since I heard my folks say that name...Old Detroiters just like your folks I suspect.

My own father died at exactly 2 a.m., October 17th,1999, which was a Sunday. For almost one year I woke up every Sunday morning at 2 a.m. and was just so unable to go back to sleep...it was very troublesome. My mom said that maybe I needed to use that time to talk to him, so, I did...Daddy, loved to dance....maybe now when I am awakened by his dancing spirit at 2 a.m., I should get up and dance with him. Again...another stunning poem, Robert. Thank you.

Brilliantly mixing moments of past and present. A marvelous tribute to your father... and the Tigers. Great write, Robert! Brian

Heartbreakinly superb. We wish you could too. But by goodness he produced talented offspring. t x

This really touched my heart. Makes me appreciate my mum. thankyou for this.

I, too, was lucky enough to have a dad who taught me honor, and I miss him every day that goes by. Thank you for reminding how great some dads can be.

Robert, this is beautiful, the controlled pace in this heartfelt narrative guides the reader over every word and phrase in this soulful tribute of love, loss and longing. Kind regards, Justine

Robert, this poem about your darling dad moved me to tears. So gently and lovingly understated. There is music in it's soul. And the title....perfect. fondly, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

My good friend Denis has said all I'd want to say so eloquently. However, your last stanza did bring a lump - just beautiful, Robert.

Such a beautifully pace poem my friend. This uses language to create a maximum impact of the narration, whilst ensuring that oversentimentality never happens. The use of varying stanza lengths add to the piece greatly and draws the reader in. I love how you do not waste words. I think that is what gives the piece its strength.

Straight from the soul with no hesitation. An extraordinary tribute to an extraordinary man. I am very touched and very sorry for your loss. I am sure he would treasure this beautiful poem, Take care, Robert. Kindest regards, Sandra