Borris-My Life In A Day Comments

'The end of the big freeze, The glade of bluebells sway in the warm breeze' - glad to see this happy ending of the poem.

I'm happy to discover this poem, even after a long time. Loved it!

2 – Why does you heart freeze? ? and WHAT is the ''? do you REALLY refer to a craving for " " ? ? ! me too. at first i thought your heart might freeze when thinking of your departed/dead mother. [of course this poem needn't be about YOU] to MyPoemList bri :)

1 – " Borris is a small town on the River Barrow, in County Carlow, Ireland. It lies on the R702 regional road. Borris has views of the neighbouring countryside with Mount Leinster and the Blackstairs Mountains to the east.." favorite lines so far: " She resides in her heavenly glade. I wander down to the river and I wade" if this keeps up, i shall have to put Borris et al into MyPoemList.

Bluebells flaunting their finery, - - - - - - What an exceptionally beguiling beginning line! ! ! ! ! !

Comfort me, Befriend me, Without needing ownership, - - - - -Now that is a tidy trio of very important lines that all people should abide by. Excellent 18+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

This is a lovely rendition of being left in Nature's lap enjoying the sight of the forest flirting with the ever changing skies and a glade of bluebells swaying in the warm breeze. At such a lovely setting and mood, you are taken back to the days when you were in the warm embrace of a loving mother. Through this lovely poem you let the readers too enjoy an exotic ambiance!

A beautifully and well expressed poem of sadness and joy and the blue of the sky and the sea and the river a but most of all the bluebells and the brown earth. great write

o the heart inside the heart I live love is there independent for the mother motherly love since the birth a piece of incomparable love not from the red heart, not from the blue no colors are there no conditions wherever whenever for the motherly love it's independent no mirage, no charlatan it lends pure and pure at every breath scent for motherly love it grow grand....///

Befriend me, Without needing ownership, /// beautiful expression

This is an outstanding poem relating to mothers love, nature, memories and inspiration having thrilling expression with nice collocation. Each stanza is much fascinating. Nice penmanship. It is a great tribute to Ger's mother. Thank you dear madam for sharing this gem.10