Mommy, Can I Talk To You? (poem) by Linda M Hill on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Keighley Perkins (Reader)

Reviewed on August 24, 2002

sniff, sniff. wow an amazing poem! well done!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on August 14, 2002

Wonderfully done Linda, so sad and all too often true.

Reviewed by ken johnson

Reviewed on August 13, 2002

very true

Reviewed by Drkman (Reader)

Reviewed on August 13, 2002

What a sad tale that is all too true. What is even sadder is that children seem to have the ability to see what we as adults either can't or more likely don't want to see. Great write on a very touching subject.
Drkman

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

A powerful moving write. Excellent!!!

Reviewed by D. Enise

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

A 10 is not near high enough a score. This work is so heartfelt, compassionate, honest, and so very very sad! I would never be able to understand anyone not being touched. I am still in tears!
Full of TRUTH!!
Children, see pure with there hearts.
Until they are taught..And even then, "sometimes" they fight those teachings, and keep the love they were born with!
This is a subject so close to my heart, and captured so well by your angelic heart and pen.
More than OUTSTANDING!!
*hugs*
~Jen

Reviewed by Chris Stevens (Reader)

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

wonderful heartfelt write!!!!.. as usual!!!...
hugs,
Chris

Reviewed by Josephine Bohen

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

so sad that this is so true
well done
josie

Reviewed by Russ Okamura (Reader)

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

Your element of style is very profound, you grasp the concept of what it is all about, because it sounded just like a little girl, exactly perfect.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

kids don't know color...it's learned behavior...this is perfectly captured in this write. TEN PLUS PLUS PLUS!!! :) (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)

Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

Such a sad commentary on what goes on around us every day. I hope more girls like that find more friends like you.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

what a lovely poem about friendship and accepting people who are "different"! loved the photo, too; it fits the poem so well!! keep up the great work, linda!! love, your friend, karen lynn. ((HUGS))

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

Linda, I always find myself wiping tears when I am through reading one of your writes. What a special lady you are. The true insight that you hold, is very enlightening. Thank you again for a true light. Lisa

Reviewed by m w

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

You have a way of capturing the essence of a situation.

Reviewed by a- maryllis

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

Beautiful write Linda... the heart of a child
doesn't segregrate... too bad that innocence doesn't last too long...

Reviewed by Larry Skahill

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

the child in you comes through again
thank you for your insight
good job

Reviewed by Justin Wolf (Reader)

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

Very powerful write. I think the perspective in this is also unique. The way you use the dialect is very child like so you didn't miss your mark there. Bravo.

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

Great write. I can feel the emotion here.

Reviewed by William M. Sowman

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

Linda, pack your bags and get ready to move.
Very soon you will be free from all the fetters that bind and absorb you to write as a free soul the way you choose. Thank your friend for your new site. You are free to set your own direction for your poetry. This is great!!!!!!!!!! It really is!!!!
The tyrant is dead! Long live freedom of expression. The right of all Americans, that few foreigners understand.

Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)

Reviewed on August 12, 2002

Wow .. wondrful feeling of the lovely KID ... This shows what a child is ... how childrens are and there heart is ...

The heart of a child is really so pure ... u picturised that so beautifully.. Keep it up ..

Each individual in this world has different story to tell ...There will be thousands of stories .. if we think off .. I feel u have pricturised ur feeling about the childrens so beautifully ..

How can a poet put all the thousand feeling in a single poem .. tooo tough tooo tough ... There are families where Mommy Drink and Father is so goood .. and their are familes as u expresed .. But i believe u did this work very beautifully concentrating at the feeling of the CHILD .. and the heart the child holds ... doesnt matter who drinks MOMMY or Father ...

Good work LINDA .. keep it up ....

Keep smiling and take care ..

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on August 11, 2002

Linda, the parents are everything to the child. When dad drinks and ignores them, he is robbing them of their future. How I personally know this story as a child, but it was Mommy who drink. No one can understand these experiences until they have gone through them. I switched around so much that I could never make up my mind. This poem has so much truth in it that I could talk on this subject for hours. But others deserve a chance to comment. I know they have interesting, pertinent things to add. Bill Huggggs P.S. Read my email on this poem.