Recent Reviews for Linda L. Wells
Time (Poetry) - 2/3/2009 9:59:56 PM|
very well written and beautiful,,
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 2/3/2009 9:57:13 PM
Linda when reading this, I felt as if, I could see this, watching it as it happened,, great write,, very tender and loving writing my friend,
Hope (Poetry) - 2/3/2009 9:48:51 PM
that is totally beautiful Linda,, i bet you could write gospel songs also, simply gorgeous!!!
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 4/29/2007 1:35:37 PM
Hugs to you Linda. Mother's day must be especially painful for you. I lost my father to cancer and know well how heartbreaking it is. Losing a parent is so terribly hard and the loss stays with you, even as the memories comfort you. Thank you for sharing this intimate insight into your world.
Much love... Chanti
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 3/18/2007 3:12:13 AM
What a lovely touching write about your Mom.
These lines stood out for me
Today we will drink a little coffee and dip a cookie and be gratful for what we have. We have the moment, hopefully, we will have another one tomorrow.
I settle in to read the morning paper to her, she wants to hear the obituaries first, I ask why, she wants to know the people that will soon be her friends.
She sounded like a woman of faith, with a beaitufl heart, this write was touching and visual..........brought a tear to my soul.....ty for this sharing, I will go call my Mom!!!
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 2/26/2007 9:49:39 AM
Unfortunately, my mom chose to leave this world early but I can still relate to the sentiments that you express here, Judy. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 2/19/2007 6:24:36 AM
God bless you, Linda.
It is good you have captured the tenderness. You were a good daughter to her, and I am sure she was content. One day, you shall have the Grand Reunion, and she will probably be first to run and greet you!
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 1/8/2007 2:18:03 PM
Yes, a grim reminder to us all. You have described this very well. What else must I say? I love the old woman that everybody is huddeled around in the photo. She kept me as a child, I worried her to death.
She is the good Mamaw Hench in my novel ''Whisper on the Wind''
Judy C. Meeker
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 1/8/2007 3:01:42 AM
I'm still crying....The similarities between your mom's passing and mine are almost identical. Although the day before mom died, I called her at the hospital..She said I'm scared..don't know what to do.(She had terminal lung and bone cancer and had just find out from the doctors that there was nothing left that they could do. On the phone, I told her to go home. She finally made it home that day with the help of my family. That evening I went to visit her and we talked. The next day she passed away with my dad holding her hand and my oldest brother rubbing her back. I regret not being there when she passed, but everything happens for a reason. Mothers do know everything and perhaps she wanted me to remember her doing the things we always did...have coffee and talk. Thank you so much for this write. Hugs, Laura
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 1/8/2007 3:00:26 AM
I felt your pain and know how important it is to let them know when they're alive just how much they mean to you. I still have my mom but lost my dad 10 years ago. I wasn't with him when he passed and never got to say goodbye and won't let that happen again with my mom. So sorry for your loss and God Bless.
My Mother, My Friend (Poetry) - 1/8/2007 2:38:01 AM
Oh my this was so beautiful and yet so sad, you've penned this simple yet straight from the heart. This write has touched me in such a deep way this morning, let me wipe the tear so I may see what I'm typing. I am very fortunate I still have my mother who is also my friend, thoughts of her passing has entered my mind much since time does not stand still and wait for any of us. I try to make it a point to call her everyday sometimes two or three, visit as much as possible, and do the simple things such as coffee and cookies. A truly beautiful tribute and a worthy one indeed. Love the old photos such as the one above, have a few of my mom, brothers and sisters with mamaw much like this...where does the time go? Enjoyed this so much, so glad I stopped by your den, I'll be back to visit again. Feel free to visit my den as well!
Hope (Poetry) - 11/24/2006 8:31:24 PM
Thank you for sharing this spiritual wisdom, Linda. Love and peace to you,
Time (Poetry) - 11/18/2006 4:20:59 PM
Truly beautiful again my friend. Time has a way of doing magical things, erasing bad memories from our thoughts, easing pain, and the test of time...ah love does stand the test of time.
Hope (Poetry) - 11/18/2006 4:18:41 PM
This is a beautiful write my friend, I agree never say never for hope is faith and what is faith, but a substance unseen. God can and does continue to heal for he is in the healing business and is an on time God, although we don't always understand his ways are not our ways...keep writing my friend this was beautiful.
Hope (Poetry) - 11/16/2006 8:34:30 AM
And you said you could not write.
The picture is a beautiful sight.
The poem is an excellent form art
straight from the heart.
I know God' heard your prayer
When you wrote this; HE was there!
You nasty hearted cousin Judy Meeker
Time (Poetry) - 8/15/2006 7:03:19 PM
The expression 'Just do it' could be adapted to apply here. Just say it! This you did with stirring simplicity.
Time (Poetry) - 8/13/2006 10:34:15 AM
You write of a universal theme, Linda. I can empathize very well. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you,
Time (Poetry) - 8/12/2006 12:41:33 PM
There is always a hesitancy in many to express from the heart because of how it will be seen, or construed, or, God forbid, misunderstood.
I believe that the most important thing we can do, is communicate honestly, and with love to one another. Sharing love and wisdom far surpasses rancor and misunderstanding.
Time is the great revealer of all things. All things, eventually, in time, come to their fruition and the seeds that were planted in the past, will produce a harvest in the here and now.
The harvest you will reap, Poet, from your honesty, will produce many blossoms that will bless others.
There is a beautiful stirring emotion in this poem that touches the heart in its honesty and forthrightness. I believe that this writer has many more writes in her that will reveal to the reader the vulnerability of the human heart and how we percieve.
I SALUTE YOU YOUNG POET IN RESPECT!
The ink in your quill is laced with honesty and genuineness.
May the muse of all that is true and good continue to bless you with words that will bless others.
In fraternity ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Time (Poetry) - 8/11/2006 7:50:54 PM
Poet national international must write
Our visions of today will be viewed by generation of tomorrow.
Time (Poetry) - 8/11/2006 7:44:33 PM
This is endearing and the wording is lovely. You lied though, you ask me that you couldn't write and here You are a writer.
I do declare! I am telling everyone you are my cousin just to shame you. Ha ha!! Linda's mommy and my mommy are sisters.
Cousin Judy C Meeker