So Sweet Chanti~ So Sweet and innocent as a child's love and heart is! YOu wrote from memory so clearly defined! Right to the last line! I hope very soon, more memories with you, will be made! Then happiness again will fill your heart more completely! Love and Light! WArmly *She* :)

Beautiful poem evocative of parenthood. The last four lines can be improved.Particularly the words "film" and "negatives" that have different connotations in various parts of the English-speaking world. More power to your pen, Chanti.

I like this expression Chanti, nice poem. As far as using "alone" in the ending of my poem goes, I thought about that when I wrote it, alone doesn't fit what I was expressing personally. You see back some years ago when I was hating family, friends and others I did feel gone because of how I felt at the time. Family and friends who owed me money and wouldn't pay up, along with the bad attitudes, I felt like hurting them. Anytime you hurt another person you're as good as gone, not alone. Assault and murder is jail time offenses. I never felt like killing no one but I did want to beat some butt. Difference in then and now is maturity, if we learn to be more loving and understanding with people we are a lot better off. One of my family members who still owes me money, now I just hug him every now and then because I feel better still loving him than trying to hurt him, which actually protects me. Love isn't always about the other person. I understand that he has problems probably worst than mine, so I back off instead of pushing. So I'll leave your suggestion and say thanks for the review

Awww babes this hits hard. As I know with Sebastian nom words can heal.
The baby scent is heaven sent.. I ca feel the pain. Insane. One such
divine as you should never ever have to feel or even know of such rejection and hurt.. Salt water hits this boys eyes...Bloody sea..

Beautiful Chanti! Memories somehow are negatives
aren't they. Your love for your children though
is strong and will always be.

Oh, this is absolutely precious, Chanti. Stirred my own memories and caused a tear to flow.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Beautifully said. -- Jeff

It is hard when the children have grown........but then there is the grandchildren! :-)

This reminds me of when I was separated from my kids; and I can relate very well, Chanti. Thank you for sharing these thoughts. Love and peace to you,

Regis

The mind is a portfolio of moments we cherish and love. Great pen Chanti.

Ditto Paul!!

Love Tinka

Wonderful moments. I guess all mothers have these moment of thoughts at one time or another. We always love our children no matter what.

Wonderful write Chanti!

Lucky Star Sandie May Angel :o)

And those negatives will never leave your thoughts. Nice poetry.

AS always your poetry is precious cause it comes directly from your heart and expresses no only your feelings but a lot of the readers as well. As for the topic, those memories will come alive when you someday once again (perhaps a grandchild) in your loving arms.Sweet dreams Chanti and thinkin of you often...
Felix

I hope they do Chant's, this is a beautiful and endearing write. A mothers love knows no bounds, hope you see them again soon.

Paul;-)