tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048262139558672920.post1716700292680241673..comments2023-09-19T05:38:16.158-06:00Comments on Ode to Poetry (Original): Love's Austere and Lonely OfficesValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11568429215739681122noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048262139558672920.post-30828120421474151142010-02-26T22:46:03.634-07:002010-02-26T22:46:03.634-07:00I think this is the third comment i'm leaving ...I think this is the third comment i'm leaving on your blog today... :) I am overjoyed that I stumbled on to this blog and now to this post...<br /><br /> Love's austere and lonely offices.<br /><br />So many things to thank for, many of which i never saw, many that faded with time. I always forget, time after time. And then in those moments that you remember, you guilt, you regret.RainLarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02279857308063090464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048262139558672920.post-56547719795595428432009-06-29T10:10:05.882-06:002009-06-29T10:10:05.882-06:00Thank you. I heard this poem read on the radio the...Thank you. I heard this poem read on the radio the day before my father's funeral. He died the day before Father's Day. I would have liked to include it in his eulogy but didn't have access to a computer. I did include how his father brought the stove down from the attic the day he was born on a farm in Wisconsin, just one of love's austere and lonely offices, but my dad remembered that detail to tell me almost 85 years later.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com