The First Woman (poem) by D. L. Vegas on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 25, 2014

Yes, they are the deepest wellspring of love!
Beautiful pairing Deborah.
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed on March 18, 2014

...and what love is!
Beautiful.

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on March 18, 2014

Deborah** how exquisite is this!! (Wonderful find of an example of 'tenderness,' the illustrative Picasso. But honestly, your words are even more expressive than Picasso's sketch in conveying how far-reaching is that tenderness). ~~ Diana

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on March 17, 2014

nice sentiments with the sketch.

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on March 17, 2014

She sure did...she wasn't perfect, but then what Mother is??? She loved me and her love was something I could always fall back on....Nicely done, Deborah.

Anna

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on March 16, 2014

wish it was that easy ....

Reviewed by Isabella Koldras

Reviewed on March 16, 2014

Heartfelt, remarkable poem, a remainder of...
...what it means to be a Mother in this world...the first woman
in everybody's life...a sacred job of being the first special
friend...if not for Her we would not exist...She is the first
to wipe our nose...teach to solve our problems and survive
in this wild world...have respect for woman...mother...
...not easy job...work never done. Grateful for Her.
Love you forever Mum!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 16, 2014

And she still does… Thanks for reminding me.

Ron

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on March 16, 2014

and she should always be honored
budd

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on March 16, 2014

Hah! My mother doesn't live up to your thoughts. It was only a couple of years ago that I forgave her, but I will never forget until I close my eyes for the last time.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on March 16, 2014

Yes, it was and yes, she did. This is beautiful!

Love ya!
Jane

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on March 16, 2014

In my case, the first woman who interacted with me and I lived with her for the first 7 years was my grandmother. I have received a lot of love from her, and then my mother, and she taught me love.

Sandie :o)