To My Elder Son (Deliverance) Comments

I peered into that cute little face, The face I had long fondled in my dreams, I whirled in the feel of prime feed, And swam in the glory of maternal bliss! ........outstanding conceptualization. A beautiful poem is brilliantly shared.10

Maternal bliss is beautifully described within the framework of nature. Ourmain reason for being as humans is to reproduce, or to play our part in society to benefit those that do. We are part of the whole from the first humans to the last.++10

I have two sons, Valsa, and the older of the two, now forty, is more distant in feeling from us than we'd like. Some of this has to do with mistakes in raising him we realize now and for which we've apologized. We meant well, but had bad models. Your poem reminds me of what I know and what I'm convinced what must be lodged somewhere in his heart- we loved him- imperfectly, but we loved him. -Glen

the beautiful poem.

Every word overflows with maternal love and longing as sweet as drops of nectar. The precious moment that anyone cherishes that their newborns bring with them is so well presented in this poem. Loved and enjoyed it.

Full of motherly affection n tenderness. Simply sublime. A class work.10

A woman is completed when she becomes a mother, and this poem from you is from a complete creator.

Beautifully versed poem of your 'bundle of joy', a term I love see being used to refer new borns. Great write!

valsa, gee, you really felt ALL that? wow. maybe i missed something by being born a man! I guess the elder son need not be jealous of the poem you wrote about the younger son: To My Younger Son. i don't want to spoil you, but i'll send this on also to MyPoemList. thanks for sharing. bri

The birth of your elder son was a much awaited one and he has now filled your hearts with immense joy. This poem weaves a magical net around us and I am sure any mother awaiting the birth of of the new one will rejoice at it and any mother who does not have one one will grieve a lot. And be a proud mother ever...

Swam in the glory of maternal bliss. I read this poem after your tribute to younger son. Both sons are blessed and maternal glory radiates. Thank you for sharing.

You have captured your rapture in this beautifully moving poem.It certainly was touching, sort of gave a feeling of joy- motherhood, nothing so precious