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Your choice of words and word pictures blows me over.

I’ve been reading your book one chapter at a time. I like the quotes that you use at the beginning of each chapter Especially Walt Whitman. You certainly cover all of life’s highs and lows. Almost every human condition is covered. I like it best when you enter into your child imagination and let it flow. Each doll has a personality – a huge one at that! Each doll is adaptive to bring joy to another person; female or male. You go to great depths to make sure the doll and occasions are all reflected in your poems.  From the dolly to the items in their hands or beside them every detail has been carefully thought of and woven into their stories. I see how you weave your own life into the book.

You spoke in church, the poem “Majesty”. It was really deep Imelda. Your choice of words and word pictures blows me over. I think you put your whole soul into this book. Even wolves and conservation are in a poem. I’ve always loved butterflies; innocent creatures. I am sure god created them for our eyes to see and our lips to smile. You did so much research and just plain hard work Imelda. I can read your careful thoughts and terms of endearment. Life deals us all blows, some more than others. It takes tact to put those heartaches in a personal poem. I imagine your goal was to delight and bring joy. I want to say well done, well done, well done. I love you. PS. Dale is happily reading it.

Valerie V, Ontario, Canada

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“A Spirit Visited” poem about loss of son.

imageA Spirit Visited

Sad, dark paths sorrow leads

Where sorrow was not known

As death’s angel veiled takes away

A son, your very own

Years twenty given both of you

As parents this youth tender

Memories left now fill vaulted void

Cherish them. Remember.

Though sands of life were few

His prints are left behind

Upon your night and morning

Still seasons in your mind

Let grief not overwhelm you

God’s comfort brings to earth

Gentle benediction

Balm in burden’s girth

Heaven’s gate opens paradise

To a lad God forgave

Transformed a bud flowering

Fragrance sweet he gave

Voice scented says “Weep not Mother

Father, grieve no more

Such gardens never seen by me

Grace this eternal shore

My spirit waits when you will be

As me new immortality

Where time stands still around me

When God calls you as He did me

A bouquet perfumed on display”

Poem by imelda Dickinson

For niece Sharon and husband with accident

Loss of their son