I Still Wonder Comments

A great poem on motherhood and her patience, love, and care.

the tremors of your words have bursted my realm of motherhood also......patience of a mother can never be doubted or measured....thanx valsa for sharing ur poem which i can dedicate to my mom..though i was the first one....the apple of her eye...yet she had to face the sneering faces of ones who just came to know the gender of the baby.... .hats off to u....

Any woman who has ever had a child can identify fully and so beautifully with this vivid description of what women feel when they are expecting a child. This poem is superb and profoundly human work of art. I was mesmerized by it. Could not stop reading. The last stanza so full of love towards your mother, so affectionately and warmly described is ever captivating, to say the least. The birth and content of this poem a thing of human beauty, to be reread and remembered Truly, loved it

Period of nine months during pregnancy is quite amazing for any woman. life breeds a life. you have nicely penned the feelings. Time is now changed. After all a mother is a mother like the mother earth tolerating all phenomenon of nature.

I loved this poem and its great words. The imagery is great. Fantastic. Thanks.

Psychological preparation for the task of raising the child which is the most important and most complicated of all tasks, in which they (the parents) raise the child to have a good attitude and become religiously committed for the sake of God and they hope that God will decree reward for them because of the actions of their righteous son/daughter, so that he/she will become an ongoing charity for them after they die and thus they may attain a great deal of reward which no one knows except God, thanks for sharing :)

After gliding over the swollen waves of varied wondering, the poet has tied her sweet emotional reckoning by the cool shady love-plant; the absolute reality connected to every birth on earth; the most enduring and challenging signature that authorizes one's identity. Well, the rustic feel and expressions really added its flavor and fervor in all the sense. wonderful write. God Bless.

An amazing write, Valsa ! ! ! WOW '.... where you expressed so many confusions in a mother's mind once when she carries a baby in her. But I stand firmly about any mother with your concluding line........ No, I am sure she must have cuddled me close And locked me in the warmth of her bosom That's why I told earlier even that I bow unconditionally to any female who can become a mother. A mother never hates or neglects her creation. For sure she gives her best for the welfare of her baby. It is a beautiful revelation ! ! !

Through out the entire poem your fleeting of mind remained affected what is happening in the society but your pure conscience ultimately arrives at the beautiful conclusion leaving no place for the fleeting, In the last stanza the most beautiful lines reflect the thoughts of your heart and soul and your love for your mother, your belief and confidence in her and it appeared to me a revelation like thing. No, I am sure she must have cuddled me close And locked me in the warmth of her bosom For she was such a rare gift from heaven A mother nonpareil in self effacing love!

The nine months of waiting, the expectations, the delayed joys, the thousand of thoughts that would gone through your mother's mind and (perhaps, matching those thoughts you had when it was your turn) in giving birth to you. What beautiful reflections on a mother-to-be! The joy of childbirth! The bundle of joy that's become a blessing! Great write, Valsa! !

For a mother every child is special. And special you are. It is easy to ask questions at a certain stage in life and you answered then all in the final stanza. Many regards to the mother.

I have to bow before you and this poem. There is no way a man, however empathetic, could possibly write a poem with these intimate details of carrying a pregnancy to term. And what a triumph of detail and completeness it is! I was fairly certainly your mother would treasure you as a daughter, but only the last line makes this clear, so I was on edge of my chair reading this, hoping this human drama would also be a humane drama. And it is! (I too love that word NONPAREIL, as did Shakespeare. I have found it in MACBETH and two other plays. The three of us make a good company of word smiths! !)

A mother's love rises above any social norms. No need for all those questions Valsa, I am sure you know the answers. Well done.

Very touching indeed turning over memory's tablets many pictures fair you see right from the womb to final day of your coming to this world......indeed mother's love like a moonlight turning harsh things into beauty...... A great piece with great composition

Travelling closer and closer to those final days mother still covers her children including girl child with unlimited affection. Beautiful poem that highlights the social issues. Nicely penned.

something that often haunts a girl child in this part of the world. but mother's love prevails. powerful portrayal of a reality.