|Reviewed by 000 000
We shall all return to our child-like ways eventually.
Some call it "Elderly" LOL
|Reviewed by Glenda Bixler
|I came to find the "black" you wrote of on Charlie's Prisms...
I'm sorry, it is NOT here...you cannot be black and write these words. Perhaps royal purple, bordered in white...
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|...' Climb to the top of the trees or run like a wind going mad'....'...To every corner of the garden kissing them with my laugh'...'From a love-starved orphan to a bundle in a mother's arms'------- I love this sentences!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by email@example.com Bennett
|This is so wonderfully written and it was a very pleasurable read. Thanks for sharing this with me on the Den.|
|Reviewed by J M
|Oh this one is so powerful George.
Many thing I could be
if I were a child,
from a love-starved orphan
to a bundle in a mother's arms.
Every Child deserves their mother.
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Wonderful Write .....Hugsssss Happy Valentines Day george|
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Geor, I enjoyed this poem, especially the third stanza!|
|Reviewed by CJ Heck
|My God, I love how you write, Georg. I loved this poem, especially the line, "kissing them with my laugh." What a wonderfully descriptive phrase ... just wonderful.