Nobody Dares (poem) by John H Bidwell on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 26, 2013

Childhood memories - good and bad - i've them also.

Reviewed by CJ Heck

Reviewed on May 20, 2011

It sounds like you had a difficult childhood, John. My inner child's heart reaches out to yours with a hug. It always amazes me -- volumes are spoken in a poem, and though the lines are few, the pain is faced, embraced, and there is a cleansing that comes from feeling the words as we are writing them. Well done, John, well done.
Hugs to you,
CJ

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on April 19, 2011

I feel it John, my mother was a perfectionist too. I couldn't eat eggs when I was a child they made me sick. She would cook them for breakfast and if I didn't eat them I would still be sitting there that evening when my Daddy came home, then to bed with no supper. This poem goes deep into your memories and wounds. I'm so sorry for your pain.

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on April 19, 2011

Sounds like Mother ran a tight ship....funny the things we remember...enjoye this little glimpse into your childhood, John.

Anna

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on April 18, 2011

Double spaced...lines in between could solve the mystery...
lessons learned? Ponderings enough to read more than once
cleverly penned by John.
Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on April 18, 2011

Interesting turn of events that come out in this work...makes one wonder.
fee

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on April 18, 2011

It has been said that there are no accidents. I would have loved to be curbside. Patrick

Reviewed by Eileen Granfors

Reviewed on April 18, 2011

Oh, I've been there. . .this is really a good poem about a certain kind of parenting. Even with strict rules, there's still a lot of love.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2011

Every one makes mistakes darlin....your mom loved you very much sighhh........little boys are little boys now little girls well that another story sweet John.....lovely as always have a wonderful and safe day OK...Hugss,much love too you...Hugsss...no crying allowed ya hear me...sighhhh

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 18, 2011

Family life gives great ideas for writing...e

Reviewed by Richard King

Reviewed on April 18, 2011

Spilt milk or sour milk, it's 6 of one and half dozen of the other. Or is it? Nice write John, but I think there were probably other factors at work here.

Thanks Dick

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on April 18, 2011

A moving write Laura