In a Chilhood She Doesn't Remember (poem) by Karen C Vanderlaan on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on January 21, 2010

a beautiful good(night)bye
silent and peaceful
with luv

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on January 12, 2010

Beautifully written
Well Penned
Love & Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on January 12, 2010

..I can feel every emotion..this is truly beautiful and touches me deeply Karen

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on January 12, 2010

Strange, I always had a hankering to be lain neath a Gumtree here in OZ, or A good old Native Fern ( Punga) in NZ..ashes or otherwise...interesting write, makes you think
Blessings
Ch'erie

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on January 12, 2010

very good life touching verse Karen, cheers

Reviewed by Carol Grace

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

You said so much with so few words--good job.

Carol

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

in a childhood she doesn't remember but a moment her grandchildren will be told about often. Intergenerational links here are strong, Karen, because of the deeply loving bonds that gather them together like sap into those well-placed cups. Trees are so significant in our lives and shelter our souls as they look on at the ever-unfolding sequences of our days. Wonderful sense of continuity here. Bless you, Kate xx

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

Deeply touching and beautifully penned.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

Karen,

This one made me cry ... powerfully, poignantly penned. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

Okay. This is the ultimate, Karen. Yes.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

So very heartfelt, Karen.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

...and my ashes will not pass through anybody's fingers because I didn't teach my children how to remember their father.
He was a maple, I am a oak, wonder if the difference lies in the shadows we gave in a string of hot summers.

Georg

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

A sentimental write, sad and melancholy. Your poem touched one of my memories of daddy nailing up the cups on pine trees to catch the pine sap. Blessings to you.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on January 11, 2010

Great poem Karen,take care

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on January 10, 2010

So beautiful how you touch the heart.

Reviewed by Daniel Keith

Reviewed on January 10, 2010

Beautiful write Karen. May God bless you every day of your life.

Daniel