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I live in my flip-flops, up North all summer and in autumn, I wear my toe socks with them until I get to Florida for the other half of the year.
I know, bad WebWitch. 
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Liked it, laughed, and found no spots that need an edit. It's perfectly MOOving if you ask me!
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You pulled me into the struggle, the hardship, heartbreak, loneliness and spirit of a soul with your poem. It really has a magnetic, gut-wrenching appeal. I could feel the pain in the head and the hands trying to get the brain to stop its relentless reminders of what was and what will never be again. It is the epitome of change that tears at every fiber of our being. 
It is a free verse poem. The flow was smooth and easy to follow. This has the makings of a true epic poem. It would need a little more freedom in line count to do so, and I know we placed a limit of 40 lines for this contest.
I loved that I felt so drawn to this prose-poem. It held such powerful emotions that couldn't help but bleed through in each line. I think it did need the lines to separate more where they are quite lengthy. I also understand that you had much to describe and also a restriction on line count-- that dreaded curse of writers when they are on a creative roll.
I just loved its strength and internal meaning which also hit the reader on point with certain parts of my own existence throughout the years.
I hope you will portion-out some of the lines for more impact when this contest has passed. It is quite powerful, very vivid and the imagery is strong. I found no grammar errors at all. The free verse allows for its uniqueness. 
There is so much serenity that I could imagine from the words of this poem. I don't mean that she had an easy life, no, not at all. She had long moments in time where she was all alone, until she got too old to care for herself. She accepted every part of her life with grace. She was rewarded by the loving-caring of her children and grandchildren. Lovely!
Simplicity of lines, yet words carefully chosen to delight the senses, reveal the changes that life spins forth upon us, sewn together with impressive poetic pattern. I love the lines of one word. Those are quite powerful to the reader as she lets them settle within her mind.
These words set the mood that it so fitting when such a sudden change does disrupt life as we know it. "Suddenly thrown into chaos"
Very fine interpretation on Mary Shelley's quote. Your poem was well-constructed. With only seventeen lines you painted a very potent image for the reader.
The quick touch and hide of the bottle in the towel cupboard came to life in the reader's mind at the end of the story. Not difficult to imagine what the secret was, and why it was there.
I found no blaring errors that distracted from the reading. Your story moved along at a good pace and pulled the reader into the scene through its narration. The ending was very satisfying and made me smile. It is one of those "Where there's life, there's hope" type of story that warms the heart.
A curious thing, but, if your intro eliminated the letter "e" in describing this unusual piece, it would have elevated the concept to higher heights! However, in trying to substitute the lack of "e" thereof, would require inserting a word with an "e" within it. (Fifth letter of the alphabet would be prohibited, indeed!) 
Interesting flash fiction that makes a reader ask questions about the benefactor's gift and his subsequent disappearance. He loved books, that much is for certain!
The library was a fine setting to let the reader peruse the shelves while picking up a strange scent not usually associated with books, musty or otherwise. 
The ending was sort of tribute to Gilroy, I believe Live by the books--die by the books. But that's another story all together. 
I did catch the hint of how the story would end when the narrator disliked the idea of returning to the smelly library to work when he became an adult; was surprised to find the old building did not smell the way he remembered in his youth. We find out why, of course.
Good conclusion! We all know where the remains or the remains would remain long after the narrator's retirement. 
The title and brief description paved the way for a true love story that kindled for fifty years.
I loved the fact that romance knows no boundaries on the timeline of a happy marriage. This couple shared a love that is described brilliantly. Fifty plus years later, they were still in love until the very end. 
I love how you connect your readers to your Indian culture. We who are not aware of how marriages are arranged, or the youth of the bride or least of all the abuse of a young bride at the hands of in-laws who keep her practically enslaved doing all the labor their whims demand. Horrendous way to condemn a youth at the start of a marriage.
Romance is embroidered throughout the lines of this sonnet. The reader feels the sweet romantic love that endured, only separated by death. Yet, the heart holds on to that love forever. The memories of the times, places, and experiences let the reader feel the romance of an unbreakable bond.
Your sonnet is a masterpiece of love, romance and using all the senses so that the reader could feel the emotions -- they are genuine from start to finish. 
I could actually sniff the scent of honeysuckle in these lines. I see the crooked creek, I even hear its sound! It's a perfect backdrop for all the senses to be awakened. The touch of a breeze's kiss? ... Perfect!
This is a truly romantic sonnet. The flow was unobstructed. Even the crooked creek flowed without interference for the reader. 
The last lines, so very touching, brought tears to my eyes. If we are given a true soulmate in life, we are indeed very fortunate. Such a love keeps the heart warm even after the death of the other half of the couple.
I feel their bond because the words told me that is so in this couple's life. However, I did not feel the romantic side as equally because the emotional tug was missing. I tried to picture some sweet moments of a couple with such a tight bond that pulls away from everyday "noise" that depletes our energy from its bombardments. 
I believe a few more lines about quiet moments shared together, fireplace, or view outside a window, the natural snuggling of a content couple, the sense of further romance that makes them who they are. I'm not talking about erotica, just a hint that romance is in the air. Perhaps he made her dinner, lit some candles and took her mind off the tough day. The reader would feel the loving tenderness and thereby feel the emotions of romance you wish to convey.
This is indeed a poem of true love. It's just missing, in my humble opinion of course, the hint of romance that the reader could take away when the poem is done. I believe what it comes down to is there is more telling us about the love and relationship, rather than showing us so we can actually feel it. 
The rhythm is off between these two lines. The syllable count in the second line is 10 words and the above rhyming line is only 8 words. Those two extra words make the line a bit bulky. 
You have slammed Cupid right to the character's pathetic little heart. You've called him out for the damage he is and has done, proving indeed he is a "demonic little mole."
