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on Himself by Alice Guerin Crist, on February 28, 2008I just had to come read this again. It's been a couple of years since I first read this poem here and it still carries the sadness of regrets intermingled with beautiful memories of love. If only we could turn back the clock and change just a few of life's regrets.
This remains one of my most favorite of old poems
Dee
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on Sixty Years Ago by Alice Guerin Crist, on May 31, 2006
Lovely
Well, now I know for sure, Alice Guerin Crist has become one of my favorite old poets. She writes, as in this wonderful reminescent poem, in such a quiet natural way. I do love her style.
It brought back sweet memories of my own grandparents and the mutual love that shown between them.
A truly beautiful poem.
Dee
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on Himself by Alice Guerin Crist, on May 31, 2006
beautiffully written
This is such a tenderly written poem of sadness and regrets. From the very first line it was so naturally spoken, so real. All too often we fail to show our love and appreciation to our spouse, then are reminded of it after they're gone and it's too late to tell them how much we loved them.
As I read the second verse, I could feel the tears welling. It was as though he was really there, letting her know that he still loves her, that he understands.
The whole poem is breathtaking, and heartbreaking, at the same time, living with the regrets of unsaid words of careing. The persona is as if she's sitting here telling us her story, her feelings.
I really like this piece. I think it has become one of my favorite old poems. Dee
I like the journalistic way it's written, too, even though it's like a letter to his daughter who obviously must love him very much.
A real feel good piece