So beautiful, beloved
Yvonne!💚
You read it simply, delicately , and lovingly, and in your beautiful voice, it's perfect. 🌞 Brion is working, but he walked in and I just showed it to him, and he was so pleased. I wrote this for him... he has always been so loyal, loving and dedicated to our children, to my writing, and to me. Thank you, dearest Brion.❣️
Thank you dearest Yvonne! 🐥❣️ 🐥🧡❤️💛🧡💙💚💙❣️ I also dedicate this poem to you and your Brian. I hope we may meet and be friends. I will always love you and I am so grateful, and I think it sounds wonderful.
I wrote this Poem for my husband in the Ocala National Forest in Florida in 1990, where we were spending some time with our young son, Andrew. I went there in the early spring each year if I could, to get some sunshine and to be with my family. My father, writer, speaker on Eastern thought, and meditation teacher, Irving Fiske, died that spring. He had a stroke. I was told that he said several times: "I have created this myself." If he didn’t say that then, he certainly thought that, and said many times that we create our own reality.
All that spring, I'd had a sense of great wings 🕊️ wheeling in the sky, over the lake and the cabin.
I was in Vermont when Irving died. I decided to dedicate this poem, probably the last of mine he ever read, to him as well.
Thank you, dearest friend Yvonne❣️! I profoundly appreciate your work on my poems. And as ever, I love you. ❤️❤️❤️ And thank you to Carrie, Angel💓, and Candace, and everyone else, for your lovely reviews. And to everyone else who leaves a review, thank you so much...dearest friends , it means so much to me and to Yvonne when someone leaves an encouraging review!
