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  1. Date: 9/21/2013 12:24:00 AM
    This is perfection, Chris!! Loved it.

  1. Date: 9/17/2013 11:23:00 AM
    Truly captivating! Your words flow seamlessly and conjure many of my own memories. I'm curious about the music now! Always a treat to read your work, Chris.

  1. Date: 9/16/2013 6:05:00 PM
    Chris, this is amazing. that's all I can say.

  1. Date: 9/12/2013 10:32:00 AM
    Reminds of the kamikaze African bee when my grandfather harvested honey from his tree beehive. Now let's see who wants to sting who!

  1. Date: 9/1/2013 5:58:00 PM
    I found this poem soothing,,,I could picture the grandfather & feel his gentleness. I agree with " attempting to catch falling stars was the true wealth of the world". Great poem!

  1. Date: 8/29/2013 4:32:00 PM
    This is a tender side of Chris A..., which I have seen before, and is under-estimated in it's gentleness, ....without the sentimental shmuck, which I am often so guilty of, and it is a pleasure to read. Your poems are always beyond intelligent, often controversial, which I like and admire....., (I live with much the same -multi-sided men in my family) highly opinionated and know of which they speak)..(this is a compliment !)... but I like knowing there is a quality of softness one can lean on.

  1. Date: 8/27/2013 3:44:00 AM
    Reading this poem again, at this very moment, completely took my breath away...I love the title, now...Beautiful, my Love.

  1. Date: 8/26/2013 9:08:00 PM
    A beautiful poem capturing nice memories

  1. Date: 8/26/2013 3:19:00 PM
    This poem captivated me---had to read it three times cuz each time I was sorry it was over!! Fav

  1. Date: 8/25/2013 3:52:00 PM
    Chris...a memorable poem! This quality is what the soup is all about! A real pleasure to read! jimbo

  1. Date: 8/25/2013 2:13:00 PM
    cont.. your grandad's and your daughter with us.Your grandpa was a wise hearted man..I can see this and watch you in his footsteps-Going to my favs Chris

  1. Date: 8/25/2013 2:11:00 PM
    Wow..this is so beautiful Chris..When i was dad was already sick painting clouds of grey in my childhood..On the otherhand my mum..would walk me to school..We used to walk by fields of white and yellow wild daises..She used to do a girland with them and place it round my neck..Othertimes she did yellow daises in my hair..the shape of a crown..It used to be beautiful..I never stopped loving wild flowers..they seem so common plain but they re the strongest.Tnks for sharing a piece of you

  1. Date: 8/25/2013 7:06:00 AM
    Beautiful poem, Chris. It has a nostalgic feel to it. Your grandfather sounds like a wise man. hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 8/25/2013 12:09:00 AM different from what I usually read from you.....This is soft and tender....beautiful....Is it going to be set to song???? Baited you with my rant on fish, did I??? Glad you enjoyed your meal .....To each his own :-D

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 8/25/2013 2:21:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Poetry set to music...You have arrived!!! I wish I could do that too...
    Aechtner Avatar Chris D. Aechtner
    Date: 8/25/2013 12:57:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Heya, Eileen. Thanks for reading and leaving a kind comment. Ironically, I have written a good number of 'soft and tender' poems over the last year or more. I simply haven't been posting them. I don't want to get into all the details because they are a bit complex, but some of these lyrics are already set to song. And, yes, each to his/her own for sure.