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| Reviewed by gina jones/savchuk |
11/5/2008 |
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| A divine loving poem about your son. I felt it for I have a son who did not get fed worms, I was a working nuerotic mom. I like your truth and style..... Gina |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
8/19/2008 |
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| These poem is full of tangible thoughts-- easy to grasp and hold onto. Good stuff. --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Jean Pike |
6/26/2008 |
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Jerelyn,
I found myself with a bit of time, so came to see if there was anything new and discovered this gem. Somehow I missed it before. It is absolutely beautiful, and so filled with truth. I hope you will post some more work very soon.
Jean |
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
6/10/2008 |
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| You were left with a great gift from your husband, you raised him up right, then now you must let him spread his wings. I am sure he will not go far as you were such a good loving single Mother and did everything to make him happy. Such a proud Mother. |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
6/7/2008 |
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heartfelt tribute. very well done, jerelyn.
peace,
carolyn |
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| Reviewed by Damien Rickner |
4/8/2008 |
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| Very good. Even to one incapable of completely relating, this speaks clearly. Tis obviously a difficult thing to do, but you have succeeded admirably. |
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| Reviewed by Ed J. |
1/15/2008 |
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I really like this one also. It's emotionally discriptive of the change in relationships between a parent and child, as they grow into their own world.
I enjoyed, Thank you
Ed |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
9/29/2007 |
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Very personal, original way of expressing thoughts where love is not just soft and melodious, but also stark and real.
Love without reality is not love, in my opinion.
I like the image of rocks thrown at one's pillow. Great poem from a mother to her son.
Regards,
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Chuck Keller |
7/22/2007 |
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| Until I became a father I knew nothing but thought I knew everything. They are the continuation of our light. They are "eternal life." His father lives within him. |
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| Reviewed by Accoustic Blanket |
10/31/2006 |
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This is a touching example of maternal love, a love that knows - not without a certain amount of resistence - when to let go. Surrogate love? Much more than this, always and always your maternal love - but I know what you mean. As a father of a 30 year old daughter who got married last year, I found it hard to come to terms with her absence at home after 29 years of having her around close by. She exists in surrogate form in pictures, her LP collection, books some furnishings all of which still reside with me. Yeah, I know what you mean.
Lovely too that can see traces of your late husband in your son. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/20/2006 |
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This can only be written from the soul of a loving mom. It is most compelling, Jerelyn. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by J M |
10/13/2006 |
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This one is sad yet so beautiful with a spiritual feeling expressed Wonderful words and lines..... A Wonderful tribute to your son...
Light & peace,
Joselyn |
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| Reviewed by Tami Ryan |
9/5/2006 |
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I adore your out of the box kind of thinking, Jerelyn. Good work.
Tami |
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| Reviewed by Michelle Close Mills |
8/25/2006 |
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| Wow...I agree with Larry. A dark vision, but extremely well told. I love the comparisons with baby birds and worms. Great job. Michelle |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
8/25/2006 |
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Sad, but written well with strength. Good inspiring poem!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by Larry Rochelle |
8/25/2006 |
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| Such a dark vision, very well told. |
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