Super A, Abuelita1--Thank You for Your Support, Caring Love, and Understanding

Whenever I see on a poem of mine, a single comment, I know that the one
Most likely to have left it there is Super Angel, Abuelita-1.
For me, her understanding of my heart has been a bright light in the night.
The words she has written to me about my words, have lifted my soul.
Because in writing my poetry, it is my greatest goal
For my heart to reach at least one other heart, to touch with my life,
And my love of life, and my hopes, regrets, fears, sorrows, and dreams.
Now, as my life, more and more, is falling apart at the seams,
Feeling the first slice into my life of the cutting edge of cancer's knife,
A Tiny Dancer dances in my heart.  I need answers to the questions why;
Silence.  I need hope for the future; darkness.  I need to know my poetry
Is being read, understood, and aprreciated--all that I can leave after I die.
I need to know my poetry has found the mark.  To be among lasting things.
Others give this gift to me, but no one more than she:
Super Angel--with her soft and restful wings.

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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Wednesday, December 15, 2010  7:17 pm
Temperature: 59 degrees F.  Humidity: 44%  Forecast: overcast
Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael L.P.  All rights reserved