Hi Big Mac,

I am glad you find the visuals and the passion I myself
see and feel when I put words to paper. I write because
I have to, but it is a real pleasure when I can share what
I write with someone who understands and enjoyes it.

Prissy is not a word that I would use to describe myself
or my daughters. That sounds like starched petticoats
and simpering faces which seek to coax favors. :D I can't
think of a time I was that way. I wonder what you read
in the poem that gave you such an impression--I would run
to write you a good explanation.

Since I wrote this as a gift to her, it is possible that I did
use some analagies which I knew she would undersand but
without the knowledge of the loss of her brother Tony (the sorrow we both must hold sacred) or the fact that she is a
tender leader of two children, an amazing wife, the person
who helps hold her parents at their son's graveside, gives great effort to Tony's grieving daughter and wife, has been the leader in her work since she was 16, the lonely wife of a Marine in the Gulf,
(Queen of the carnival and leader of the Gypsies) you might
not find the full scope of her devotion to family and friends,
as well as her sympathy for strangers in need.

Your comment will make me think twice when I post a poem,
hoping that it is one that can be understood.

Thank you for reading my work and for talkint to me about
it! Always, Sylvia