Monday, April 19, 2010

Motherhood Comments

Rating: 2.8

Mary,the Christ long slain,passed silently,
Following the children joyous astir
Under the cedrus and the olive tree,
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Eleanor Agnes Lee
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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 24 August 2020

Such a beautiful poem as heavenly as motherhood and so beautifully narrated I am speechless, thanks for sharing 10+++

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Mahtab Bangalee 24 August 2020

Beautiful poem on motherhood according to Biblical story of Judas Iscariot

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Khairul Ahsan 24 August 2020

'His balmy fingers left a thrill Deep in my breast that warms me still' - loved the entire poem, these two lines particularly! Congratulations on the poem's selection as the 'Poem of the Day'!

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Gajanan Mishra 24 August 2020

Mother of so sweet a flower!

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Deluke Muwanigwa 24 August 2020

Beautiful porm. We are all the same at birth. It is our deeds as we grow, our living decisions which separate the good the bad and the ugly. I bet Hitler was a cuddly little bear...the rest we know. Great one

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Marcela S 04 December 2019

Such beautiful heartfelt words about the common bond so many women share. Ironic how well Agnes Lee wrote so lovingly about motherhood, having never married or given birth herself. Beautiful!

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Mahtab Bangalee 24 August 2019

So soft, so clinging! Glad relays Of love were all His precious days. My Little Child! My vanished star! My music fled! ' ' Even so was mine, ' the woman said.../// motherly affection greatly expressed here

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Poetic Sky 24 August 2020

Is this a comments? ? ? Copy paste crap.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 24 August 2019

Hats off to the motherhood and the poetess who had so exquisitely narrated it in this equally fabulous poem. Well deserved classic poem of the Day.

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Michael Ejire 24 August 2019

His balmy fingers left a thrill Deep in my breast that warms me still. Love this...

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Dr Antony Theodore 24 August 2019

like its rays through amber spun, His sun-bright hair. Still I can see it shine and shine.' Even so, the woman said, 'was mine.' For a loving mother, her baby is everything.. lovely words.. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 24 August 2019

" To bloom for me! " Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Aniruddha Pathak 24 August 2019

So touchingly penned this song on Motherhood, strong narrative, beautifully rhymed in uneven stanzas.

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Uche Nwanze 24 August 2019

Motherhood a wonderful gift. Beautiful poem

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