This is quite the beautiful uplifting poem. I feel the need to find a worry stone and rube all my worries away.

I like the idea of a worry stone, I used to love those smooth stones I found at beaches as a kid.

I like how most lines end with 'ing' it gives each line an elegant flow into the next which was great.

I also like the idea of family and sentimental values this portrays, and I got the impression of a loved one being your own worry stone.

Excellent work!

Aw, cut that out! So much sweetness and love and faith in life might spoil my mood for writing gloomy horror stories. Seriously, I like the idea of a worry stone. If I had had one, it probably would have been rubbed to sand by now.

..wow.

is there anything else to be said?

i liked it here- "I believe

you could tell me almost anything

and I'd be accepting."

and fell in love here-"an imperfect rendering

to joyful pictures of us all hand in hand."

the first time through the formatting bothered me,

but not so much the next few times. it seems to suit it in most places.

anyhow- brilliant.