The Love Of A Sister Comments

*She doesn’t hear of me- caring words. I never knew her- wet eyes, Her lips… a thin, thin line. She is unknowing of my knowing, Her sorrowful face still bright, Her eyes… well-drawn masks.* Moony! I love the imagery in these two stanzas. Really, very powerful stuff. And a wonderfully fantastic poem as well. You're so great at giving your poetry depth while maintaining a rhyme scheme. Just awesome. :)

Dominique...my love, i know now just how much every word means. its poems like this this that truly shout out just how fantastic you are. i could never write a poem that rhymed and had meaning, you are one of the best. make sure she reads this several times throughout her life, and everytime she does im sure she will gather something more from it.