Jimmy Carter comes to mind. I am not quite in Helga's shoes yet, but far enough along to marvel that this bag of bones still feels like me. Beauty still feels like beauty. And hope still feels like hope.
a great idea to write a novel in verse. i never heard of such a thing. i am really looking forward to the rest of the story. my mom died at 83 years, ten years widowed and looking forward to the last day of her life.
Jimmy Carter comes to mind. I am not quite in Helga's shoes yet, but far enough along to marvel that this bag of bones still feels like me. Beauty still feels like beauty. And hope still feels like hope.
Thanks, Jed. I appreciate your reflections.
Great poem! Sorta sounds like me!
Thanks, Connie!
a great idea to write a novel in verse. i never heard of such a thing. i am really looking forward to the rest of the story. my mom died at 83 years, ten years widowed and looking forward to the last day of her life.
fantastic last line . . . still :)
Thanks onecloud
I love telling the story in this format!
Thank you, Stan
So, what's next? I'll wait to see.
Thanks, Karen. I'm asking myself the same question.
Oh this is going to be so Good. (I already love Helga)
Thanks for the encouragement, Ann. Your comments always buoy me.
Perfection!
Thank you, Monica!
Bravo Masterpiece Jonathan Potter!
Thank you, David!
Lemme get some popcorn. Looking forward to following along!
Thanks, Mark
“…the well of hope deep in her mind…”. Brilliant.
Thank you, Stacy
That ending couldn't be any more perfect. I know that it may seem cheesy to some writers to use a proverb, but I think it fit in just nicely.
Thanks, Ken
Ambitious. Love it!
Thanks, I’m a little stuck at the moment but hopeful I’ll get it going again anon