tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post5749516417315700827..comments2023-12-05T20:23:46.899-05:00Comments on a sun kissed life: Breaking the chainayalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-88633465409464567622017-06-25T07:15:22.444-04:002017-06-25T07:15:22.444-04:00This poem is about my husband and his relationship...This poem is about my husband and his relationship with his father and how he broke the chain. ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-24505522296320346402017-06-24T12:39:43.380-04:002017-06-24T12:39:43.380-04:00Huh? There are 2 sides to every story. This one I ...Huh? There are 2 sides to every story. This one I find interesting. I can relateNoah Jordannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-21652152333967692002017-06-24T02:51:21.761-04:002017-06-24T02:51:21.761-04:00Touching! But there is always two sides to every s...Touching! But there is always two sides to every story, isn't there? When Dad's arms weren't there to raise him, lift him, where were they? And why? And who was the true victim here and why? When you look in the mirror who do you see? Is it you? Or is it a mask for your audience? The crashing waves of the seashore reflect a different story from Dad who's arms reached out in solitude and darkness in pain and in suffering, in hunger and in loneliness. When the phone would ring throughout the night and no answer. Dad was robbed of his precious stones... Like the scattered seashells stare up at the darkness of the nights sky... Dad waited and nobody came, his arms stretched out only to embrace himself... While mom danced in the kitchen with her new clown. Regrets... Mistakes... Bad choices... all paid in a life sentence locked in a dark room... waiting. What is truth? And who is to judge? The enriched? The privileged? Or the poet who's life was kissed by the sun? Mario Solanonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-16372644663691273892017-02-13T19:15:45.327-05:002017-02-13T19:15:45.327-05:00This gave me chills, especially because it did not...This gave me chills, especially because it did not repeat. colleenhttp://looseleafnotes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-4249750243388918662017-02-13T14:45:39.814-05:002017-02-13T14:45:39.814-05:00Sometimes someone will break the chain... in this ...Sometimes someone will break the chain... in this world it's what really makes a man, to rise and be better than his past.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-82019668172441140822017-02-13T12:16:15.029-05:002017-02-13T12:16:15.029-05:00This is a sad story, but we each (even this Dad) d...This is a sad story, but we each (even this Dad) do the best we can...not everyone should be a parent, just not cut out of that fabric. Maybe we could be better fishermen? Nice to remember we have a choice, and don't have to follow the map given....annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-8752304600972664052017-02-13T11:21:14.831-05:002017-02-13T11:21:14.831-05:00Thank you, Sumana.Thank you, Sumana.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-14901981185216399702017-02-13T11:20:56.047-05:002017-02-13T11:20:56.047-05:00Thanks.Thanks.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-63112845982632916062017-02-13T11:19:30.396-05:002017-02-13T11:19:30.396-05:00Thankfully it can.Thankfully it can.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-14963916109665884902017-02-13T11:19:00.423-05:002017-02-13T11:19:00.423-05:00Thank you, Mary.Thank you, Mary.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-86985540572033667192017-02-13T11:18:14.101-05:002017-02-13T11:18:14.101-05:00Thank you!Thank you!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-89016386026287321812017-02-13T11:18:02.577-05:002017-02-13T11:18:02.577-05:00Thank you!Thank you!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-89862212805300464462017-02-13T11:17:51.625-05:002017-02-13T11:17:51.625-05:00Thank you!Thank you!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-30351328876749962872017-02-13T11:17:15.186-05:002017-02-13T11:17:15.186-05:00Thank you. I wrote this for my husband.Thank you. I wrote this for my husband.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-5314395992394333062017-02-13T11:16:46.638-05:002017-02-13T11:16:46.638-05:00Thank you, Linda.Thank you, Linda.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-76397053844491377882017-02-13T11:16:23.163-05:002017-02-13T11:16:23.163-05:00Thank you!Thank you!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-39805014823667965222017-02-13T11:16:08.835-05:002017-02-13T11:16:08.835-05:00Thank you, Audrey.Thank you, Audrey.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-53341680824346533082017-02-13T11:15:53.460-05:002017-02-13T11:15:53.460-05:00Thank you,Jen.Thank you,Jen.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-2260816190745151252017-02-13T11:15:30.167-05:002017-02-13T11:15:30.167-05:00Thank you!Thank you!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-36970989799891212452017-02-13T11:15:05.689-05:002017-02-13T11:15:05.689-05:00Thank you!Thank you!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-61955984427016275192017-02-13T11:14:54.816-05:002017-02-13T11:14:54.816-05:00:)As our old friend Brian used to say..smiles:)As our old friend Brian used to say..smilesayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-24404580092357101982017-02-13T11:14:27.626-05:002017-02-13T11:14:27.626-05:00Thank you!Thank you!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-73955047344467045432017-02-13T11:14:13.254-05:002017-02-13T11:14:13.254-05:00Thank you!Thank you!ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-91378889803674924062017-02-13T01:46:02.645-05:002017-02-13T01:46:02.645-05:00this is the tale of many a life....it's good t...this is the tale of many a life....it's good that in the end life is kind & the sufferer becomes the light for others...a most beautiful write Ayala...nice to see you here @ PU :)Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077596651922595536.post-48151416067492238102017-02-12T21:24:33.778-05:002017-02-12T21:24:33.778-05:00To create a different roadmap for our parenting th...To create a different roadmap for our parenting than the ones handed to us by our parents....such a difficult journey, but so important!C.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16393100446679896378noreply@blogger.com