|Reviewed by Dark Knight
|your poem ignited old memories that I don't like to recall--a long time ago when I was about 8 I saw my Mother being beaten by our Father in a drunken rage--looking back on it just recently and thinking about it--it brought up a lot of Anger as to where was God in all of that awful moment of time? I recall my older sister crying and then he stopped....so what I felt was that perhaps God moved my sister to cry and He was actually there after all--for me it was a healing moment|
|Reviewed by Debbie Lacy
|Oh I have so much melancholy for children in abusive and dysfunctional family environments. I pray that God sends Angels to watch over them because sometimes at a spur of a moment, that all they have! Great write Linda and thanks for sharing. Blessings to you!
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
|So very sad..I will never understand the hows and whys of those that do this.....
|Reviewed by Good bye (Reader)
|Sometimes violence (physical,mental) is a cry for help that hurts often our dearest and brings terror even death; I experienced it when I was a child...
We have to protect us from it, but not to answer the same way, otherwise we fall in a endless vicious circle.
You described it very well, it is deeply moving, you are a fine heart writer,Linda
Peace & Blessings,
|Reviewed by Ronald Dondiego
|I felt so sad reading this poem. It is just so well expressed that I felt the pain in my heart. What can I say? Some people are just monsters and they don't care who they hurt, or about the extent of damage they do to their children. Thank you, Ron|
|Reviewed by baz busbe
|Wow such a powerful write, I could feel the fear, I feel like hiding under the bed clothes now, I can relate to a lot of what you write, Parents so absorbed in their own troubles seldom consider how its affecting the kids or maybe they just don't want to think of the affect it is having. God bless. baz|
|Reviewed by Christina McNulty
Great write, strong, gripping...
You took my Heart and now I weep...
|Reviewed by David Maclellan
|I had to choke back a cry as I read this Linda, it is so hard for me to understand how any man could treat his family in this manner. I have done things in my life that I am not proud of, but one of my cardinal rules has never been broken: never lift a hand towards any woman. Only a coward would impose brutality upon someone whom he knows he can beat. I am sorry if I am speaking out of line here but my anguish of reading has turned to anger against him and all men like him.
Love and blessings Linda,
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Dear Linda, I feel very badly that you had to endure so much mental abuse. My situation was different but the mental pain was still there. I can realate to you. Love to you forever more.
GOD BLESS YOU
|Reviewed by Daniel Keith
|So sad, but so true. I felt the fear and the trembling of this child. Very well written, Linda. May God bless you every day of your life.
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|An excellent, but sad write, Linda. This is one of my favorites from you. I like how this one story continues throughout the whole poem. It made me feel the characters' emotions more. Many of yours have several stories in one. Either way, your voice is unique, and you speak for many who cannot speak for themselves.
|Reviewed by Regino Gonzales, Jr.
|Reading this piece, I felt the anguish of a suffering child. A powerful write Linda. God Bless!
|Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
|well done, it's the side you wish a parent could read and see themself in. It's always the same. LadyJ|
|Reviewed by Roger Richard (Reader)
|Very good Linda Mae. Sad but true. Keep up the good work.|
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|Reviewed by Michael Jones
|What I remember about my father is that he allowed my mother and her five children to be put out in the street in the cold of winter, I was 5 years old. If it weren't for me crying on the footsteps of a Catholic Church and a nun found me we would have possibly perished! Thank God and that was the abuse I remember. Through prayer I have learned to forgive him and he knew that we he died at 86 years of age! Thank you Linda and I know I needed to share this. Peace!!!|
|Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang
|Oh Linda! What a poem!
It is exceptional! You
described everything in
perfect detail! BRAVA!
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|You capture the emotions well, God bless...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Tragically heart-wrenching, Linda. Such horror is a testimonial to "man's" lack of betterment throughout the ages. Thank you. Love and blessings to you,
|Reviewed by gaurishankar chemudupati
|Dear sweet friend Lori,you are at your very best.RatherI am moved much
with your expressive words that flowed fluently about the abusing of the parents before children."Childhood taken away by abuse and tears
Heartache and pain, wasted years." you are very apt dear Lori. childhood is the cream of manhood and the precious years wasted in the childhood take away the noble cause for which God has created everyone of us. Tahnk you for sharing your feelings in such apoetic words.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAINFUL WRITE!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Painful with a capital P, not only because of the child but because it hits a personal note with me. This brought back all too painful memories of my first marriage when it was both my first wife and I were married way too young and before we had a chance to discover we were not only not meant to be we plain out couldn't get along. The difining moment came when my little girl walked out between us in the middle of one of these fights holding our wedding picture.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Heartbreaking write, Linda, powerfully and painfully penned! You tell it like it is; very well written!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( *tears*
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|A heartbreaking write, Linda. Told clearly and truthfully though. Excellent work my friend. God bless.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|HEARTBREAKING - God help the children! :( Powerfully penned sadness, Linda -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Can relate, eighty years ago I thought I was living on a war field because it was my fault, all of it, the screams, the slamming doors, the "words", and nobody apologized, ever.
|Reviewed by Richard Arrington
|Linda, This is very good. Thank you for sharing.|