Headstall's Reflections - 84. Chapter 84 The Nature of Nurture

This is so vivid, you have me there with you, at your side. I can feel your relief and an care. It's lovely.

Your imagery of moon and sun pairs well with the harsh realities of illness. Beautiful poem ❤️

Beautiful imagery and poem, Gary! ❤️

6 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

This is so vivid, you have me there with you, at your side. I can feel your relief and an care. It's lovely.

Thank you, Parker. It's one that makes me happy and sad at the same time.  

6 hours ago, headtransplant said:

Your imagery of moon and sun pairs well with the harsh realities of illness. Beautiful poem ❤️

Thanks, headtransplant. This one poured out in a few minutes, and shook me just a little. I appreciate you reading and commenting... I haven't written much poetry of late. Cheers... Gary....  

3 hours ago, Marty said:

Beautiful imagery and poem, Gary! ❤️

Thank you, Marty.  

14 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

Lovely memory and poem   

Thanks, Val.  

If poems like this are the result, keep self-indulging. I don't know why, but I stopped breathing while I read your poem. 

9 hours ago, aditus said:

If poems like this are the result, keep self-indulging. I don't know why, but I stopped breathing while I read your poem. 

Thanks, Adi. I appreciate that. It's nice to be encouraged sometimes. Happy to hear this poem had an effect on you. It's a very personal one. Cheers!  

It is in moments such as these where love is at it's most poignant, when the object of that love is also in physical need of our own actions to regain full health....

Be it parent or lover, the comfort is the same for the recipient, whose only concern at the time is to try to forget their ills and be happy once more.

I think the worst time I had as a child was in either 2nd or 3rd Grade when I missed almost a month of school...I don't remember what it was...measles or chicken pox, but I do remember being wiped down with alcohol to bring my temperature down, and spending hours with my Mom fretting over me while all I wanted was to feel better and be able to go out and play in our yard with my dog Duchess...

Time for memories long past...it's either a curse or a blessing depending on what those memories are...this one was a tender one to cherish, my dear G-Man!

3 hours ago, ColumbusGuy said:

It is in moments such as these where love is at it's most poignant, when the object of that love is also in physical need of our own actions to regain full health....

Be it parent or lover, the comfort is the same for the recipient, whose only concern at the time is to try to forget their ills and be happy once more.

I think the worst time I had as a child was in either 2nd or 3rd Grade when I missed almost a month of school...I don't remember what it was...measles or chicken pox, but I do remember being wiped down with alcohol to bring my temperature down, and spending hours with my Mom fretting over me while all I wanted was to feel better and be able to go out and play in our yard with my dog Duchess...

Time for memories long past...it's either a curse or a blessing depending on what those memories are...this one was a tender one to cherish, my dear G-Man!

Thanks, buddy. There is both good and bad to this memory, but I do cherish it. Nurturing is a major function of the human condition, and possibly why we have survived the eons.     xoxoxoxoxo