|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|The letting go must be so very difficult, but this is a beautiful write...lovely piece of poetry! Hugs, Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Mary Coe
|Fantastic. Very touching and beautiful.|
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|This is so wonderful! You did a great job with this unique way of tracing the mother-daughter bond through the years. I loved it.
|Reviewed by Jerry Engler
|Tremendous poem, wonderful allegory. If you didn't have so many favorites, I'd say this was the one...Jerry|
|Reviewed by Ahna C
|It made me cry. I love it. The apron strings do bind us, they were the perfect thing to use, they are something that have always been in our life through the hard and easy times and have been in many, many memories not only of you and I, but also of Great Grandma, Grandma, and down the line to you and then me. I noticed also that you wrote the poem in blue, another thing that connects us both, our favorite color, and the color of our eyes...I will be taking this poem with me to college, and every time I tie on those apron strings worn with love, I know I won't feel so far away. Thank you Mom! I will miss you greatly, despite the frequent phone calls I know we will have...while apron strings hang by our sides...
I Love You Mom!
|Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce
|Very touching write!!!
Sandie May :o)
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very touching indeed..take care OK...HUgss|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|This is so beautiful and so touching. Perfect expression.|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|Apron strings, like umbilical cords that are so hard to cut?
|Reviewed by Charlie
|David's right. Life's fabric is woven into your poem too.
You create strong visuals with the poem. My favorite part was the rocking-- means so many things on many levels: insecurity, peace, mothering, security, placidity, moments when you're so close, there is no need for speaking-- so many things.
But Mother Hubbard, what will you do when your chief baby-sitter is gone?!! Huh?!! I want to know who'll watch your kids while you're writing on this den...
but that's a tale about shoe strings, not apron strings...
--A very, extremely good write (as my favorite sister (named...)would say.)) Bon voyage, Ahna-banana. --Aunt Char
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|What a beautiful poem-glad i stopped by|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Dear God, I do know those feelings, been through it many times over, well versed with so much emotion....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by David Hightower
|Cryssa - I think I'm beginning to see a pattern her with Charlie and Axilea's poems. Must say it's interesting to see how you each wrote connected poems in completly different ways and yet they all work. Especially liked,
But those strings create a fabric
stronger than those tears,
and in the end
those strings are that
which pull us
through the years.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Oh, this is gorgeous, Cryssa, a proud (albeit nervous?) write - know this much - it's full of a mother's love. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, and congratulations to both of you!, Karla.
|Reviewed by Bernice Angoh
|OMG! How beautifully you wrote this. It touched me so, I bet you Ahna will cry when she reads this...This is a priceless gem for moms and daughters, thanks for sharing....|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Excellently put. It is so hard to let go and them leaving for college is the first big step away from you. No more will you really know what she is doing daily. Where is she for dinner? Bedtime? You put it all wonderfully. Liz|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Cryssa you have tied this up in a beautiful variety of ways that lifts the metaphor to the high level where it belongs.You gave apron stings a new look! How good is that!;-)
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|Oh how beautifully and wonderfully written. I will never think of my apron the same and when I put it on this poem will be remembered. Love, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Gloria Gay
|Wonderfully written and so true. Every mother can identify!|