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Please click on the title "Letting Go" for the song. This poem is my first attempt at re-infusing my sense of humor back into my poetry :)

Letting Go


Honestly, not to brag but I am an excellent griever

A natural at the not eating, the zealous crying

I even have the hang of how never to pick up the phone

How to listen to just the right tragic music to send myself over any cliff


In my condition lately, there has been too much writing of sorrow

Grief is not fun, not something to ask someone to willingly partake

And I have bored you, the reader, contemplating my beloved In Memoriam

Letting I fill center stage as I sit here writing

Inseparable with these scrumptiously soft plaid pajamas


But if you think I’m going to write another poem about mourning, you’re mistaken

I’m not going to contemplate my beloved, or anything In Memoriam

No, you deserve to be titillated, so I will give you a direct look at my


Infer all sorts of emotion about how beautifully round

The baby robins are in their nest

Tucked safely within the grapes that have not yet aged into that beautiful red-breasted


But are in fact still youthfully green and



As their precious mother tucks them in

I will leave you to experience all of the emotion

About proud mother robin forever loving and kvelling

And about her babies who make a few demands

Teeter on the edge of future

And push off, slamming into each other

Their mother a great teacher in loving

And letting go.


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Reviewed by Jeff Mason
I love the subject matter: "letting go." And it truly is cathartic to be able to write about such things... it helps with letting go, moving forward, and not be trapped by (or in) the past. I don't know about the "humor" part, but your write certainly is beautiful. -- Jeff Mason
Reviewed by Cryssa C
Beautiful memorial to your mother.
Reviewed by Dark Knight
letting go....loved the poem and images
Reviewed by Regis Auffray
A moving and meaningful write, Christine; thank you for sharing it and for making me think and feel. Love and best wishes,

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
As in LIFE, it comes in all stages and all creatures (Human included) The part of boredom and your concern Christine, WRITE from your heart, that is where the connection really begins! No matter how long you stew in your own hurts and pain, I hope won't be for long! YOU write what you know and you write so beautifully and with such deep meaning in your wording/playing!
HANG IN and Learn from your heart through all your cleansing s/healing/and tears!

Blessings, SHEE Love the picture and the resemblance in your poem and word processors!
Reviewed by Jon Willey
Christine, the change in mindset is obvious my dear friend. There is return to the upbeat side of your entertaining personality. Keep the twinkle in you eye ever focused on the creases of smiles upon the faces of your readers. I bid you love and peace my dear friend .Jon Michael
Reviewed by MICHELLE SMITH (Reader)
Reviewed by Sheila Roy
You never bore me, Christine, and we have to write what's in us to write. I love all of your references to robins. Just watched some grow up in my yard, so the colors you wrote of were all the more real to me. This was a creative way to express the place you find yourself in at the moment. Thank you for sharing:)
Reviewed by Michelle Mead
I really felt this one deeply. After losing my brother/best friend 3 years ago, I am only now coming out of it a bit( although I never will totally)-it is so hard, and you captured that pain exactly. Thanks for sharing.
Reviewed by Chessly Nesci
We all have to let go and let god take care of the rest...You have every right to grieve my friend. Just know that the sun will shine again. Love, and hugs to you! :)
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
We all have to get back into the wild, wicked world. That mother has to prepare her chicks for a dangerous world where all angle worms are not yummy and cats are ready to pounce.

Your words are new music.

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
Beautifully done, Christine!'ll find that gradually the sun will begin to shine brighter again...and you'll remember with a smile...instead of tears.....I promise............

Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen
What a beautiful soul you have, what a beautful soul!
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
This IS great writing Chris.......
Reviewed by Connie Faust
Dear Christine, I would be very surprised if you could say that you did not feel the pang of departure as these babies left their mother's nurturing. But it's okay. As others have written here, grief needs its season so we can heal. It takes time, more or less, depending on the individual. When my mother died, I felt after 3 years that I was finally through grieving. It shocked me to some extent to learn how long and fierce my pain of missing her could last.
This is a lovely writing, sweet and full of life.
Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Mothers truly are Marvelous, as is your poem and pic.
Reviewed by JMS Bell
Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks
Look at those baby mouths! Great shot, great moment, nice write.
Reviewed by Marcia Miller-Twiford
Bore me? Never! Happy or sad your poetry delights.

Love the picture of the wee feathered ones.
Reviewed by Laura Fall
You could never bore us Christine as your poetry is truly beautifully written as this is another amazing write indeed Laura
Reviewed by Gene Williamson
Let it be known, Christine, that you could never
be boring. You and your words are loved. -gene.
Reviewed by Felix Perry
Your work is composed like the fine music you play, with true emotions and feelings. Yes, humour is one of the best cures we have to change the path of grieving to that of remembering with smiles those we loved and lost.
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
Christine, you are going through the mourning period, it is all part of the process. You are going to be just fine, it just takes time and patience and of course "letting Go". You are loved and a beautiful child of the Universe. Keep on playing your amazing music it is healing for the soul.

Much peace, love and light,
Reviewed by Liana Margiva
VERY NICE!!!!!!!!! MAY GOD BLESS YOU!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by George Carroll
You are a very brave and wise woman but grief must have it's day and comfort from many can ease the burden you carry. Many of us have been through such a loss and know what you are experiencing so it is not to be considered as boring to us. The old saying Let Go Let God applies after the mourning and grief period.
Stay well and get back to playing your cello. Music is soothing to the soul. The bird analogy is a good one and I love it.

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
To each his own time for grieving
given the roots, with time to fly
when it is right...You will know,

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
Come, sit by my side
I saw you run off and hide
And now the battle continues. . . . .inside.

Walk, hold my hand
Let me feel your heart beat
May I extend my joy that you can. . . . .repeat.

You don't have to say a word
Because I heard
Someone say special things that made the heavenly angels sing.

And now you wear her ring
Amongst other things
"Letting Go" brings understanding.

Understanding brings
Back into an insane world.

Reviewed by D. Vegas
Christine, One of the things we all have in common is grieving- for
we all have lost someone in our lives. I do not believe grief has a
shelf life, it lasts differently for each and everyone of us. I know
this, if writing another poem about grief will help, go ahead...
Reviewed by John Flanagan
Strength to you, Christine,
strength and healing
and much love.

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
Letting easy to say, everyone says it's what you need to do, but sometimes it is the hqardest thing....

Chip Bergeron
Reviewed by Joy Hale
So tender and sweet, Christine. I have decided, after losing my mother, that there is most likely no one on earth that loves as fiercely and as protectively as a mother does. Your poem says it all; so very well done. Please don't cut short your time of grief, you need this now and we all understand... it just takes time.

Joy L. Hale
Reviewed by Christine Alwin
Christine, Nobody can comfort or take away the pain like a mother, it is impossible...I wish I could take your pain~ Your poem is amazing!
love and blessings,
Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
Sorrow must be exercised from our souls, Christine, especially regarding one as loved as a mother. So, not speaking for anyone but myself, I did understand your last number of poems so much more than others and thought you very justified. I particularly like your opening lines here that make you appear as very much of a human being.
Your friend, Mark
Reviewed by TONY NERONE
Very nicely done, Christine.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
You haven't bored us, Christine. It is your time to grieve, and how you went about it was just how it was. You have picked a wonderful subject for "letting go," with the baby birds dependent on their mother who fed them until she thought it was time . . . to let go. We all need to figure out how to let go when it is time.
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