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Her Love's Perception by Antoinette Kopperfield Sunday, May 14, 2006 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan In my life I have had a heart grape, a heart rock and now a heart potato...It made me think of the love from my mother

Winding down the road is the stillness of love and it made its way into the womb of my mother It was an endless task to get into my heart though the path was lit by her caring thoughts and her desires to feed my soul I was perceived by the shadows of love as I lay undaunted and my life went on heart, hands, feet... and many fruits lay within her labor and her desires to bring me forth I chose to see my mother though I was blind I knew not who I was... though she gave me the fruit once again and I received all that my soul could ask I fortook from the plate of love and I now, eat its fruit once again Her heart... is within my heart Her soul... is within my soul All from her love's peception...

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Reviewed by Regis Auffray	8/27/2006

A most loving tribute, Antoinette. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace, Regis




Reviewed by Pierre Ortega	5/14/2006

I can feel the love and respect you have for your mother. Wonderfully expressed. Pierre.




Reviewed by Ronald Hull	5/14/2006

A loving work. Ron




Reviewed by George Carroll	5/14/2006

Beautiful thoughts of your mother on her day.




Reviewed by Sandie Angel	5/14/2006

This is written with so much love and tenderness. Your love for your mother shines through from this poem into the readers' mind. A mother love is the fruit of the labour and care. Wonderful write, and well-done! Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)