Comments on a poem about three ground hogs?

And coincidence is shushed once again...

Your poem is well penned

your sentiments, tributes remembered

of very warm heart that you cherish

in joyous celebration, and I wish your day well,

Yet, I have to say, the name ground hound

sends shivers up my spine, brings goose bumps to skin,

as on 15 acres of woods they can dig in to China and back,

but no! they like close to the house and at times any foundation,

at those times I wish, I could be Annie Oakley, and have the guts to shoot them! Happy future birthday and many more.

Happy upcoming birthday to you and your grandson. A nice poem to honor your sister's memory too.

*hugs* to you ma. just yesterday mom was talking to me, about how it's so sad to get old and lose your siblings. she was from a family of 6 kids, she's the youngest, at 83, of three left. two sisters are both in nursing homes, one with alzheimers. they were always so close, coming here from norway in 1928. when you're young you never think about how things will end up, she never thought she's be the one left with all the memories, it's sad for her not to have them here to talk to with about the "old days".

Good poem Ma and happy birthday soon for you and grandson.

This is sweet, Ma. I have an aunt who shares the day with you as well. Thanks for a beautiful little dedication.

And to get it in early--Happy Birthday with many happy returns!

That is lovely, amazing, wonderful.

Some things, magical, mystical, miracle, divine intervention, I don't know.

An underlying law of nature that taps us on the shoulder demanding our recognition of it's obvious presence.

It's a blessing :)

That's a beauty, Ma.

Beautifully said!!!!!!!

(Looks at the Ground Hog and smiles :-) )

I like it. You could write some kids books. (that is a compliment) Very nice work:)

Beautiful ma :D