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Three Wishes

Three Wishes

I told the genie that I wanted to see my parents
and two brothers who had died, he said it would be done,
genies are always male, otherwise someone may be hung,
I packed my bag, I would be the same age when I returned.

We went thro' misty valleys, people wearing Fair Isle 
pullovers, maybe someone smoking a brown briar pipe,
did I see a Peter Pan collar below a nice smile,
there were those old court shoes she'd had all the while.

You can not speak, dad was playing with a cricket bat,
those old days when the sun painted the leaves yellow,
and my brothers darting backwards and forwards, one with
a white halo, blonde white hair, who had time to stand and stare.

How I wished that I could talk and just simply touch,
it had been so long and I loved them all so much.

    

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Tony Taylor

STUNNING!! TERRY!!....the tone, the voicing, the poetic prose that you have working all in tandem here, is truly magical, compelling, and (for lack of a better term) otherworldly!!....It has that "Once-in-a-great-while" kind of enigmatic and paranormal flavor to it.....In my minds eye I could see all the interactions and images having a light fog or clouds floating around everything and everyone!!......Wow Again!!......It truly transported me TERRY!!......Fantastic imagery and phrasing running throughout this entire piece.....My favorite Sonnet from you "By Far!".....PINNED because I will be coming back to this one from time to time!!.......Absolutely amazing work here my friend!!.......Bravo!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....your cyber-friend and admirer!!......T xo  :  )

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Jim "The Lad" ....

 Hi Terry! great write! you took me to place I long to witness!.................Jim

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Terry Reeves

Hi Jim,
Maybe one day we will see ......
thanks a lot,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Terry Reeves

Hi Tony,
Nice to hear from you.
Thanks so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Gwendoline

Hello Terry, 
this is a stunning piece of writing. It made me think of the ghost of Christmas past. Where you stand on the outside looking in. Watching those past, yet unable to interact. You captured that surreal reality beautifully and gave the reader a good sense of longing. Something all of us who have faced significant grief will empathise with. 

Thank you for this 
Gwen x 

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Terry Reeves

Hi Gwendoline,
Thank you so much,
love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Marion

Beautiful Terry 🌹🌹

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Terry Reeves

Hi Marion,
Thanks so much,
Love Terry.
xoxo :)

 

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