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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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Poem about loss of a child.

 

I wrote this poem to my Niece Mary and her husband Scott about the loss of their newborn son.

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If visions open vaults to see

Beyond Life to Eternity

Then, one small Stranger to you sent

Will always be a cherishment

May He, tender, little Rose

Petals unfolded, ever close

Brief visit, His, no one knows

Short, little life, God’s expose

Beauteous, little Babe and Guest

Peacefully sleeps, now at rest

Blossom of humanity

Fragrance left a guarantee

Fountain of your hearts one

Is Jacob Riley, your little son

Poem by Imelda Dickinson, May 2, 1997