hedistuffOPLayopolis, West Virginia USAJun 9, 2010
I always cry when I recall my kids from the past...so...I always cry....
tomboygirllarnaca, Larnaca CyprusJun 10, 2010
Sometimes you have to make the journey to know you belong where you started..touching poem.
andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKJun 10, 2010
So many of us search and search for something we already have, the lucky ones among us realise in the nick of time, thankyou for publishing this, I enjoyed it.....Andrew.
EarlgreyteaLimassol, CyprusJun 10, 2010
Dear Hedi, this poem, is faaarrrrr too close to home for me, so, before I start weeping, I'm leaving..., the pain I share with all those who have walked this road is way, way beyond words, and I cannot ever forgive myself..., thanks for letting me know, I'm not alone in this pain...
paloma66Manukau, Auckland New ZealandJun 10, 2010
I know this pain of being walked out on.....I guess the spouses too feel it after its done.But the women & kids who get them back, for them it is a great rejoicing,I wasn't so lucky though.Only a good man realizes.Proud of you Hedi.Bravo!
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