IN PEACE HER BABY STIRRED (poem) by A PAX on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on March 25, 2007

OMG! I LOVEeeeeeeeeeeee this!
Lady A!
Kudos to YOU!
What an echo of love I felt HERE!
Thank you for sharing your Wisdom loving pen!
The BoND is so important!
This is a gem I Plan to savorrrrrrr!
I love this!
Your ideas, your flow, how I felt reading it!
Ahhhhhhh... like a lullaby, so soft and full of love and meaning!
- LIFE -

WArmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
* I'm so glad I didn't miss this *

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

Reviewed on March 14, 2007

"IN PEACE HER BABY STIRRED"
Simply breathtaking and stunning!
Befitting title also.

Enjoyed immensely very inspirational and thought-provoking,
Sincerely,
From the Heart of an Artist...

Reviewed by Jack Roberts

Reviewed on March 13, 2007

This is absolutely beautiful my friend. Very few could match your way wih words.

Jack

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on March 13, 2007

FANTASTIC!! There are frequencies, I'm sure, that are only picked up through that mother-child cord and the lining of the uterus. No medical understanding in this idea, but sounds highly plausible to me! When I was chronically sick with an aggressive immune system, I recognised the truth in the idea that sound waves stimulate or depress the activity of the auto-immune. Likewise all that pertains to growth and development, methinks. Your usual high-quality rhythm and rhyme that puts you in danger of having ALLLLLLLLLLLL of us climb into your lap, Mom!! :)) LOL Kate xx

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 11, 2007

Beautiful! Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on March 10, 2007

a beautiful write my friend, nothing quite like a mother's love! Oustanding work, always a pleasure to read your postings.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 9, 2007

Exquisite poem allowing the beauty of time befor words in varied places, mothers all bonded with their babes through melodic sounds. I love this Anita! Splendid work!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on March 9, 2007

Truly beautiful, Anita -- motherly love knows no worldly boundaries, no language barriers, no religious differences. Again, beautiful.
Love,
CJ

Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

It is always an indeed pleasure to read such fine well written artistic worksuch as this. I admire your strength and ability to put this together so with that said just write on poet.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

This is so very beautiful and the picture it conjures up is so spiritually uplifting. Great rhyme scheme as well.

Fee

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

A salient quality that soothes the senses like a warm oil rub. And the denouement is exquisite Anita.

Light and Wisdom ...

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

Most outstanding write Anita!!

Love tinka

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

Beautiful and so true, linguistically speaking...it all starts with the sounds...

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

Wow, this is exquisite! One of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. The bond so strong and ancient. Love this poem Anita.

Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

Anita, this poem captures the intimate connection of mother and infant so perfectly!
"A warm vibration joining souls, to mother, infant bound
Before the speech, and knowledge, before the learning ways
The echoes sang a song of love, mere words could never say"
This is a moving masterpiece of maternity!
~Butch

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

The echoes sang a song of love, mere words could never say

And what a timeless song it is, the everlasting love between mother and child. A very lovely piece, Queenie.

Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*� Authors & Creations

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

So beautiful, and yes... so deeply stirring, that a tear wells up and then splashes upon a smile. "The echoes sang a song of love, mere words could never say"... and would never cease to be heard within.
Love & {{{{{hugs}}}}}
Alexandra*

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2007

When my son was hatched, and after the mess was cleared, as they were stitching her back up, I held my lad and it was weird, because he looked as if he had the answers too the universe...

Reviewed by Approximately Naive

Reviewed on March 6, 2007

It has been said that a newborn baby could pick out the voice of his mother from a room full of female voices - remarkable. This ability begins in the womb where the baby senses vibrations, shifts and sounds that stem from various parts of his mother's being (I think we'll skip the sound that comes from the bowel region, he could probably pick her out in this test too!).
Likewise with rhythm. John Lennon had observed that when black nurses held a newborn child at feeding time that they danced, whereas white nurses stood still. Maybe that explained Huggy Bear's bouncy strut, and Michael Jackson's moonwalk! Don't know about us Scots with our Highland Fling - maybe a stick of dynamite had been stuck up...well, you get the drift.

'The echoes sang a song of love, mere words could never say'

This sensation is the most important one for a babe to sense. To emerge not into a world of conflict, but into the tender and comforting arms of unconditional love.

In Peace Her Baby Stirred?

Indeed.

Yer oan the baw, hen, good oan ye!
Dai

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 6, 2007

nurturing, warm and a wonderful poem of mother-child bonding ...

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on March 6, 2007

this is a beautiful, beautiful write-such softness-lovely

Reviewed by E. Farrand (Reader)

Reviewed on March 6, 2007

This is such a tender poem. There is love in these words. Thanks for sharing it with us.