This Place Called Home (poem) by Peter E Adotey Addo on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 1, 2003

Provokes much thought and true...I believe we never shall forget where we came from no matter how old we grow and we are never alone.

Reviewed by Rita Stephens

Reviewed on November 22, 2002

There is such a vivid parallel to aging and memories lost that strike a strong chord of sympathy in their passing. I share your loss. Great piece!

Reviewed by Afrika Abney

Reviewed on November 20, 2002

Wonderful write and yes there is no place like home. Thanks for sharing.

Afrika M.A.Abney

Reviewed by Patricia Martin

Reviewed on November 19, 2002

Well written. Reminded me so much of being at home in the country growing up with my childhood friend. Thanks

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on July 25, 2002

Poignant, bittersweet.

Reviewed by Patrick Talty

Reviewed on May 25, 2002

Well written example of free verse. The theme is powerfully conveyed through the use of weighty images. The strong ending certainly reinforces the poem's thought-provoking message.

It definitely deserved "poem of the week" status on www.literatenubian.com

Thanks for posting it, Peter.
Patrick

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on May 19, 2002

Well composed free verse. ~E

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray

Reviewed on May 18, 2002

I understand all too well. Memories such as these are never forgotten. they are sweet and sad. Its the sad ones that keep coming to the suface to haunt you. Nice writing.

Reviewed by fare good (Reader)

Reviewed on March 25, 2002

Thank you very much for comment. Your work is beautiful, I have herd of this book, in my community of artist, an associates from africa, It is an honor , One love, One God, One Peace, My sister who took the stool, of the 350 year chief, NaNa Atta, blessings be upon you.

Reviewed by Theresa Koch

Reviewed on March 13, 2002

Enjoyed~*

Reviewed by Sara Wadington (Reader)

Reviewed on March 12, 2002

Very interesting!

Reviewed by Jacqueline amos (Reader)

Reviewed on March 11, 2002

I love your work, I will be coming back to read more. Thank you for your support.

Reviewed by Jeanette Foresta

Reviewed on March 11, 2002

Bittersweet memeories.

Reviewed by Christy French

Reviewed on March 11, 2002

Beautiful. Love the symbolism!

Christy

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on March 11, 2002

nice write........

Reviewed by Sharron Tyrrell

Reviewed on March 11, 2002

wonderful ... there's no place like home, there's no place like home

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on March 10, 2002

Beautiful poetry. Often my memory corrodes my mind... great subject matter.

Reviewed by Trixie Love

Reviewed on March 10, 2002

Hello Peter,
This is beautiful...
Sometimes the harder we try to forget, the more
we only remember...
Great piece...

Thanks,
Trixie Love

Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2002

I really enjoyed this!

Reviewed by Caryn Day-Suarez

Reviewed on March 8, 2002

Are memories make us who we are, we have learned from the good and the bad and we go on to make more of the same.

An excellent piece. Thank you for your kind comments on mine!

Caryn

Reviewed by Jo Janoski

Reviewed on March 8, 2002

Wonderful! Thanks for commenting on my story.

Reviewed by Florence Fry (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2002

A fine poem, but memories are often bitter sweet.

Reviewed by Bianca Boonstra (Reader)

Reviewed on March 7, 2002

Thanks for reading some of my work. I enjoyed this poem.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 5, 2002

poignant memories are a large part of life...well done.

Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)

Reviewed on March 5, 2002

Memories are often bittersweet. Enjoyed this poem. Love and Light
dreamweaver

Reviewed by J John (Reader)

Reviewed on March 5, 2002

Enjoyed

Reviewed by Jenni Kalicharan

Reviewed on March 5, 2002

I loved this.... Jenni