Saturday, January 22, 2011

Gazing At You, Winona Palmer, My Mother Comments

Rating: 4.2

Shrunken face: brown, refined and small.
Who reduced you to this diminutive size?
When did you become fragility's core?
You scare me. My days tremble like a cold leaf.
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Lamont Palmer
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Kim Barney 01 January 2015

A wonderful expression of love for your mother. The poem implies that she is still with you. If so, you are fortunate and should keep cherishing her while you can. I lost my mother more than fifty years ago. She was only 44 years old.

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Peter Stavropoulos 28 December 2013

Beautifully sensitive poem. A joy to read.

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Donna Nimmo 07 December 2013

A beautiful poem about your love and care for your mother.You are very gifted with words.To grow up with such love is a major blessing I've never had. Your writing very much impresses me.

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Shadow Girl 11 May 2011

This is so beautiful, i feel your love for your mother. The imagery and meaning are intense. Great write.

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