tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post1211631296514908605..comments2024-03-29T01:13:33.074-04:00Comments on Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference: What you can useTabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-80080927511479234842016-03-31T10:12:21.596-04:002016-03-31T10:12:21.596-04:00
Wonderful poem about Mom, Tabatha. And I remember...<br />Wonderful poem about Mom, Tabatha. And I remember those cups, too, and how important it was that she could give them.<br /><br />She certainly understood me as well because she would save some of the snacks they gave her and put them in a box for me to choose from. And they tasted all the better for it. :-)Popnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-67130669820450613422016-03-26T13:54:24.496-04:002016-03-26T13:54:24.496-04:00What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing your ...What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing your memories of a well-loved granny. Fortunately the memories will outlast the little plastic cups!Dorainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04421672075192660319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-11959415375518760092016-03-25T22:07:40.209-04:002016-03-25T22:07:40.209-04:00What a treasure, those cups, and this memory, and ...What a treasure, those cups, and this memory, and this poem! Thank you, Tabatha. I have these old thumbprint goblets from my grandmother that we use every day -- I used to want to save these things, but now I feel like the best way I can remember and love is to use them for as long as I can (not stick them on a shelf!). Thank you for this loveliness! xoIrene Lathamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-89120988657515801052016-03-25T21:44:24.804-04:002016-03-25T21:44:24.804-04:00Oh, Tabatha,
I love your poem. It is a beautiful ...Oh, Tabatha,<br />I love your poem. It is a beautiful tribute to love and the little things we do for each other. I was sooo moved by your poem. The objects tell so much about the characters in the poem. Wonderful. Thank you.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01825251724115541708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-49949518220278393472016-03-25T21:19:34.448-04:002016-03-25T21:19:34.448-04:00It's so sad when people pass out of our lives....It's so sad when people pass out of our lives. I am happy that my gran never forgot who I was. She remembered me even though she forgot her daughters at times. Brenda at FriendlyFairyTaleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13368709489341876324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-8340344283001879052016-03-25T18:19:12.818-04:002016-03-25T18:19:12.818-04:00What is it that makes those cups so poignant? The...What is it that makes those cups so poignant? They are empty, clear, yet full of the good medicine of giving and taking. Lovely lovely lovely, Tabatha.<br /><br />And it was good to see you today. Your cups are full of Women's History Month videos and Poetry in the Halls.Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-39533110315882507432016-03-25T16:10:42.725-04:002016-03-25T16:10:42.725-04:00So poignant in the memory, Tabatha, & touching...So poignant in the memory, Tabatha, & touching when you do use the little cups with your son. My husband's grandmother saved things like that & gave them to us when we visited. Your grandmother passed on what she could, showed a lot of love for you.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-44181006116416190492016-03-25T11:23:14.409-04:002016-03-25T11:23:14.409-04:00Beautiful poem, Tabatha! There's often a very ...Beautiful poem, Tabatha! There's often a very big heart behind a small gesture. Thank you for sharing your granny with us through these words of love, remembrance, reflection and truth.jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-58350790360039614822016-03-25T10:03:42.240-04:002016-03-25T10:03:42.240-04:00What a beautiful rendition of sacrificial love on ...What a beautiful rendition of sacrificial love on a day to be immersed in Amazing Love. "cushiony cheek" I'm glad that her skin was soft and cushiony, not wrinkled and wizened, because soft and cushiony reminds me of place to rest, to be renewed, and comforted. If only each of us had such a cheek to kiss in gratitude. Thank you for a beautiful tribute to the kinds of loving relationships that death cannot destroy. God bless you! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08242799850857058817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-72426869272096696782016-03-25T07:35:57.844-04:002016-03-25T07:35:57.844-04:00The love in this poem leaks out like juice from a ...The love in this poem leaks out like juice from a peeled tomato, Tabatha. Such a beautiful tribute to a woman who was a giver her whole life. Such a special gift to hand that trait down to her granddaughter.Michelle Heidenrich Barneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02051827857519159837noreply@blogger.com