All Comments on 'The Last Room on The Right'

What a beautiful poem, it made the tears flow.

is mentioned in the new poetry reviews section.

content of this poem is heartbreaking, you told the story well--I can only imagine.

have you tried singing with him? I heard of a story of a woman with (god I cant spell it) who could not speak, but could sing all of her favorite songs by heart.

no one can steal your soul. it is still there and always WILL be there. you just have to keep holding it in your mind.

best wishes sack

Well written. I can feel the raw wound. I can't help thinking that you will edit this once you have some distance (months or years) and make it a masterpiece. Thanks

i can joke because it killed my mom...we allz been heimmered at one time or another. keep searching and thanks.

What an awful disease it is. It steals the memories and very soul of a person and leaves their loved ones grieving over the still-living. You conveyed both the confusion and image of your father and your own sadness so well. Thank you.

... will ring true for so, so many. Hang in there, sack! All are whole in their heavens. ~Imp

but not in family members but others i knew around me. for example. when i was younger, we had a mail route carrier. all them years handling mail....he'd go for walks and get lost. it's a terrible thing. the poem is a very fine piece. that ending has stuck in my eyes........don

Tristesse said it better than I ever could!

The future too cloudy and vague ~ perhaps a mercy, though heartbreaking for them to revisit the past ~ returning to those young vital days...happier days.