|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|This brought tears to my eyes. I'm glad you didn't change your mind and walk away! You go, girl!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|"How strange to be a stranger....
At my Mother's Gate."
I'm there. Or was. My mother passed on. I wasn't able to cry at her funeral. Or any other time. I understand "Stranger At The Gate" quite well.
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|Amen to all the kudos below, and all those that are sure to come.
This is brilliant in its simplicity, and the images are delightful.
What's more, love shines through from beginning to end.
So glad I got to read this.
xOx Phyllis xOx
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|very moving write, diana. my own sweet mother is now 93 & i find
myself dreading the day when i shall no longer know the joy of
her sparkling blue eyes and loving embrace. we have traveled such
a long and winding road together...
cherish those you love while they are still here!
peace and blessings,
|Reviewed by baz busbe
|Such a beautiful poem, I feel your longing to be there with her once more, I am sure she would have loved this poem. God bless. Baz|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|THANKS FOR SHARING THIS...A MOST REVEALING WORK AND BECAUSE MY MOM AND I WERE NOT AS CLOSE AS WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN OR COULD HAVE BEEN...I UNDERSTAND. BUT THANK GOD YOU WENT...BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE. BLESSINGS, LOVE AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Chessly Nesci
|Diane, I found my father deceased three years ago. If I knew he was gonna be gone I would of been with him in the end holding his hand. I am so glad after four years that you returned to your mothers gate. I wrote a poem: Say what you need to say before it is too late. Once she is gone you won't have that chance to return. I am saying a prayer for you today that everything is better now and you can have peace. Beautiful poem that I think should be shared with her. Tell her how you you feel...Hugs, :)|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|As a stranger upon the familiar gate of yesteryear before we take to fly from the nest...to make our own lives, we sometimes believe we are leaving something behind but, really, we are not. It only seems we are strangers at that gate but we find ourselves there again because it is there where family is and always has been waiting. Four years? That is not that much compared to many and it is not that much removed...but that much more that you need to catch up on. Glad you did not run away but moved forward as you did with all your dreams before then.
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|This has a wistful tone to it...one mixed with a little melancholy. How well you express the feelings of fear and wanting to run away, staying riveted to the spot. I hope it all ended well. How sad to be a stranger at a mother's gate...
Love to you,
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very beautiful writing sweet lady...stay safe and well..Hugssss|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|All I can say is "Wow" What a wonderful write.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|The very fact that she or if this is you,found your self at the gate means that at least you hope and want to find a way to be a part of her life and her of yours. We often end up parting with the ones we love but if we love them sooner or later we find them again. I hope whatever it was that caused the four year absence between the two of you can be bridged for I lost both my parents really young and how I wish I could stand at there gate just one more time.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|I am moved by these skillfully crafted lines, Diana,
and sense perhaps that soon the stranger at the gate
will cease to be a stranger. -gene
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Beautifully expressed, well written
One must forge forward to mend ill moments of the past
a mother, a father a sister, a brother....
they are all part of our life, our household
Love & peace be with you
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|This is a beautifully expressed work, Diana,
with perfect tone and mood.
I'll share this with a nephew who refuses to
visit his mother..i keep telling him 'she's
your mother and she's not young'...maybe he'll listen.
Thank You for this.
|Reviewed by David Thompson
It appears that although many things remained the same at the place you once called home, there were also changes that had been made as well. And we can only assume that over this period of four years both you and your mother will have noticed a few changes in one another, too. Now, being the good writer that you are, you have left your readers with a thousand questions to be answered regarding this reunion with your mother. Finally, you have left us with the hope that you are a stranger no more.
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|I can soooo relate. Not with my mum, but with my son.
Life's so short...
Written in a great style. I was in the position of the poet as I read this. Super work.
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Sometimes are most difficult encounters are with those we love. Excellent provocative write!
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You have shared this very special occasion very effectively through your verses, Diana. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|A very touching poem|
|Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg
|appreciated the "first step" of arriving at the gate. Everything is accomplished in small movements.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|I was always a stranger at my mother's gate, Diana, but I can understand this completely. Families. I suppose one of my favorite sayings when someone shoves a peace sign in my face is If families can't even get along, how do you expect people who don't even speck the same language to get along. Don't know if that makes sense, but I think it sometimes. Enjoyed the poem. It touched me because I understand.|
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|Family... Unless something terrible had happened,there is no reason to no longer be "family". So often, maybe most often, what we, we that write poetry,what we write is taken to be a part of us, a part of our life. If the lady at the gate is you and if you are afraid to see your mother and sister, my heart goes out to you.
|Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson
|"How strange to be a stranger....At my Mother's Gate."
These words walk upon the very essence of my being...I recall the times of lost repor of my own doings with my mother...glad should I be to today be a stranger at mothers gate...God Bless you dear friend.