tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post3080508784034597346..comments2024-03-28T06:43:50.925-04:00Comments on The Poem Farm: Back to School & Wee SecretsAmy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-85786598920444281042021-08-30T21:37:59.093-04:002021-08-30T21:37:59.093-04:00I love your poem (the goldenrod in my garden hasn&...I love your poem (the goldenrod in my garden hasn't quite bloomed yet) and will take your suggestion to write about some of my lucky charms. :-)Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-59510139069281118272021-08-29T14:11:19.474-04:002021-08-29T14:11:19.474-04:00Your poem 'rocks', Amy. Perfect way to poc...Your poem 'rocks', Amy. Perfect way to pocket our confidence. :)Bridget Mageehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185985167366724404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-90277024453767706062021-08-29T07:40:23.449-04:002021-08-29T07:40:23.449-04:00When we moved to France for a year and Duncan star...When we moved to France for a year and Duncan started in "Maternelle Grande Section" at 4, we soon learned that for him to get through his long day he needed pants with pockets--stretchy ones--and what he named his "crying supplies"--tissues, a photo of me and Fiona, and a card that helped him answer the stressful question of what he was doing for lunch each day. He also carried a tiny stuffed farmer figure from a soft toy set to keep him company. He went every day to school, never refused, but think how hard that must have been. He's off to Costa Rica on Wednesday, my brave boy! :) (I love your poem, of course.)Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-14555984964131553872021-08-28T12:49:40.854-04:002021-08-28T12:49:40.854-04:00What a lovely poem - sure to give comfort and insp...What a lovely poem - sure to give comfort and inspiration to anyone starting something new.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05051371332314735643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-69716717231586835562021-08-27T22:31:24.306-04:002021-08-27T22:31:24.306-04:00Oh, I can just FEEL that rock, between your wonder...Oh, I can just FEEL that rock, between your wonderful poem and the picture. My hubby uses rocks often in his grief workshops, and others. Thanks for sharing, my friend. xoRobyn Hood Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07279289715664168026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-47087009199975398942021-08-27T18:28:15.908-04:002021-08-27T18:28:15.908-04:00I saw your poem on Instagram too, Amy. When Ingrid...I saw your poem on Instagram too, Amy. When Ingrid was younger & nervous, I gave her one of those tiny worry dolls to carry. When I was young, I carried a special penny, now long lost but I thought it helped. What a loving thing to write this school year's beginning!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-18678701448937801072021-08-27T16:20:10.213-04:002021-08-27T16:20:10.213-04:00Love the idea of something secret to carry that ho...Love the idea of something secret to carry that holds special meaning. Thanks for sharing, Amy.Rose Cappellihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02021921189042554147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-44959120729929383102021-08-27T10:43:01.697-04:002021-08-27T10:43:01.697-04:00This reminds me of my son who carried a rock for y...This reminds me of my son who carried a rock for years. He just liked the feel of its dents and edges.Marilyn Minerhttp://pelicansandprose.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-59951207530963663602021-08-27T09:45:57.805-04:002021-08-27T09:45:57.805-04:00I love seeing your posts right now and hope they c...I love seeing your posts right now and hope they can continue as you get busier and busier this fall. My friend, a brilliant teacher, retired in June. At her party she she had little, pretty, diamonds in her pocket which she privately handed to each of us, telling us how much we were like shiny lights in her life and in the lives of the students we teach. So a round stone or plastic diamond can bring reminders of how precious our time here is and how we can find strength in believing in ourselves and others.skanny17https://www.blogger.com/profile/07488350213473016250noreply@blogger.com