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*Hello, I have read your writing, I found it very good that you express metaphorically your way of thinking. I thought it was great the way you describe your way of thinking and attitude in the moments you live.*

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Hmmm... Why do I feel this poem is all about you?
 As I read from the start I just understood what you mean. 

Oh my dearest Grin, you know I am always here for you.

I love you, care for you, and want the topmost best for you.

Basically, I wish you “Steves”, the more the merrier. Hope that they take care of you the way they’ve been doing. Hope everything just gets so much better for you. Hugs and hugs and loves 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗😴🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤗🥰❤️💕

What can I say that hasn't been said by the other commenters?

I concur with the general sentiment. Great poetry, no doubt, and I also send hugs and well wishes!

But I couldn't leave it there.  I had to do what I do.  I look for meaning.  I enjoy the word choices and flow, for sure.  Music is a deep passion of mine, and what is a song but a poem set to a beat?  So from that perspective, I've enjoyed a ton of poetry, and this poem(s) bring similar enjoyment.

But being the science guy / programmer type, words are data as well.  What are the concepts being discussed? What are the causes and effects?  How does it all comport with my model of the human condition?  My "Young Sheldon" tendencies enjoyed this post in that way.

I see data indicating that you think about life and death.  I think we all do.  My thought is that we all experience life, of course.  But we've also been very very very near death both physiologically and psychologically.  

For example, one thing we all went through is that near death experience known as birth.  We're in the garden of Eden for 9 months where our every need is fulfilled through no work of our own, by our host in that garden. Then we are cast out, and death is certain within a short amount of time if someone does not save us from the situation we find ourselves in.  We're not born as baby giraffes who get up on 4 wobbly legs and eat leaves right away.  We are born helpless; we can do nothing for ourselves.  We need a savior, an apparent all powerful god, and anyone old enough to be reading this, had that savior in their life at that time.

Then they walk away.  Psychologically we know the consequences if they don't return - we're dead because we can not survive on our own.  We beseech and supplicate in the only way we instinctively know.  We become emotional and cry and reach our hands up towards the sky, up where they were, when they are away.  We make eye contact and smile for bonding purposes when they return, showing our gratitude.

I could go on and on, but this is your most excellent post in a continuing series of such.  So I'll just smile and make virtual eye contact, hoping and praying that you come back to us again, when you can.  Wishing you all the best!

And for fun, sending you pizza and a one-liner!

!PIZZA
!LOLZ

>"I see you"

The essence of life pushing all those heavy clouds aside. Love the 2 year analogy (leaving out 29 for the sharp minds ;). 2x Steve portrayed as angelic figures. The ups and downs keep the reader awake. Great ride!

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You endure so much, dear Grindan. And you do it all while somehow retaining a sense of joie de vivre and purpose, at least to the public eye. You are a wonderful writer and these two poems are immense. You have a lot of courage and endurance. And some days, it's a case of... *ENOUGH*! right? You're done. And on those days, the *Steves* of the world really do make all the difference. They renew our will to fight another day; they renew our trust in the kindness and generosity and authenticity of humanity. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be to live with autoimmunity but I do hope that you keep that fire alive within your heart  - keep feeding it! I just wrote a #threetunetuesday post about Ren Gill, a young musician in the UK who lives with autoimmunity, M.E., and stress-induced psychosis. I was introduced to his music through one of Snook's posts and I went down a rabbit hole with him on YouTube over a few nights. His story and his pain really impacted me. What a truly incredible *creative* he is.... channeling all his fears and pain through performance art. It's stories like his that help me to understand the life stories of others around me.  !LUV !hivebits !PIMP