Mother Comments

Your sparrow metaphor is incomparable. You handle the memory of this fragile, beautiful human being with regret and reverence. Wonderful write. The reader shares your tears. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra

Oh wow those words did not accompany a shot of aenesthesia, although I doubt it would have helped any. I too write about sad days of life. It helps somehow I think. The sparrow reference ripped out my heart and cut it to shreds. Thank you for this.

This poem didn't have to aim for the pain; it begins deep inside it. With so many things you could have said, you picked exactly the right things to make this the best poem of yours that I've read, and I know exactly, I mean exactly, where it is coming from. How can so much pain be so much music to the ear? Are not the great composers writing out of a broken heart, as you are here?

Thank you for this poem, George. It touches a core of love in all of us who have lost mothers and how we always feel we could or should have been better sons or daughters. I know the feeling well and share many of the regrets but the particular circumstances you so heart-rendingly describe here are different, but the loss is all. Bless you and keep you. Hugh

what a poem! filled with pain cutting like a razor across soft flesh too soft to survive this hard brutal world such sadness cannot be usurped by words yet words must come at least the attempt to soothe memory and give all who read this tale hope hope for redemption