by Mary Ellen Quire
Monday, May 23, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Dedicated to my daughter who carries my twin granddaughters. God bless her.
Under heavy burden she’ll tread
Paths of immensely hard labor.
Courage possessed without saber.
Only nature swims in her head.
Though metaphor has no meaning
And all she sees is black and white,
She’ll manage life beyond her sight.
Selfish thought will die careening.
Storms brew, seas rage, screaming for mercy.
Heaven pours its strength upon her.
Angels at attention do stir.
She’s at the peak of heresy.
From one to three she contemplates
Gemini’s breath no longer waits.
Mary Ellen Quire
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|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Comming from a family of twins you wrap your love and arms and embrace all that lies ahead for you, for your daughter, and for the babies yet to make their appearance. God bless to all and may the journey be one of joy...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|The strength and courage it takes to become a mother, and I am not referring to just giving birth. I refer the embracing of motherhood, the responsibility of raising a child, the dedication to walk the path no matter how difficult or long it may be...that is the true beauty of motherhood.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|What a poem. Last line is a doozey. Your poem's title attracted me here, because I am writing a novel by the name of "Gemini Descending."
This is a nonsense poem of carrying babes. Men, although we can be inside the operating room (not me) for delivery, can never in our wildest thoughts understand it all. Maybe it is better than way, but I feel if we could, as the pregnancy is conceived and throughout the nine-month ordeal could feel what she feels it might, just might, bring us closer together and all the divorce lawyers could go back to shoveling the barnyard, a job for which they are uniquely qualified for.