My Son (poem) by Fritz Barnes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 18, 2008

This poem conjures many, many emotions. I see despair, shame, guilt, love, longing and remorse, all honest emotion when faced with having to go it alone. Whether this be fiction or non-fiction, the story that it tells makes me want to take this child into my arms, always trying to give him what his Mother wanted him to have.

God bless you. Kathy

Reviewed by Lynn Barry

Reviewed on August 6, 2006

The cold hard ironic consequence of this cowardly/courageous act will more than likely be that the son will pine away for his birth mother...
Sorry I never noticed your comment on my site about my adopted daughter until now (under Dumped).
It is important to connect with others who are in these kinds of situations to not feel so alone.
Good read. Well done.

Reviewed by Tami Ryan

Reviewed on March 25, 2006

Whoa. Difficult though it may be to write from another's perspective, you handled this subject quite well. Good work.

Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)

Reviewed on February 19, 2005

stunned...

Vesna:)

Reviewed by Melissa Rives

Reviewed on February 17, 2005

A hauntingly powerful piece of writing...wow!

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on February 13, 2005

An exceptionally powerful poem, Fritz. I see you do understand what I mean by writing from the perspective of others. This is poem is true, so true, yet you're not the speaker. You empathized with the speaker whom you may or may not have known personally. Great job, wonderful narrative flow.

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Reviewed on February 9, 2005

This is devastation no matter how you read it. A pure message of excruciating pain.
The stark reality is, it happens daily.
This exhausted me each time I read it..
Excellently penned.

Lisa

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 8, 2005

Sadness is sometimes the reality we live in. Poignant write, Fritz. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 8, 2005

A lonely, sad write.....written beautifully...

Reviewed by elois Masters (Reader)

Reviewed on June 3, 2004

wow. that's a dark one. nice.
m.

Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

Oh!!! Loved that last stanza.....though it was all fantastic....I'll be reading some more of your work....ty, Dani :)

Reviewed by Debra Stiles, The Original Mister (Reader)

Reviewed on August 13, 2003

what a wonderful write and oh so
sad
Mister

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on July 24, 2003

A spellbinding piece that bleeds of the inner turmoil of a soul in pain greater than it can bear.
Bobbi

Reviewed by Mary Deal

Reviewed on July 23, 2003

I've read some of your writings. You write about "inner places" few people dare to tread.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on July 23, 2002

POWERFUL! This one made me weep.

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on June 23, 2002

I cried thru this one too! Such powerful emotions...such heartfelt love for her son. You may want to read..I Want To Live...for some reason it reminded me of this poem ..tho they are so different. You are a magnicient writer...will look for your poems from now on.

Reviewed by Bryt Eyz (Reader)

Reviewed on June 19, 2002

I wanted to shout "NO"!! I wanted to stop her. I wanted to... do whatever it is you do in a situation like that. It's never that bad... never! *sigh* Life is what you make of it...and ... and damn! It's only a poem. Problem is, it's life too. *sigh* Thanks once more, for keeping reality real and alive. Hugs, hun. Sorry it's been so long. I've my own reality to deal with at the moment. I'm making the best of it tho, you can be sure! - Hugs and take care, BrytEyz

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on May 8, 2002

Absolutely beautiful the way you have conveyed despair. I don't think I would change much except the line arrangement. I would group the last a bit differently to match what was above. You have a few extraneous words that break the cadance when read out loud. But it is a beautiful work. ~E

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Reviewed on April 29, 2002

Powerful story, and a good reminder for writers and readers alike that the persona is not necessarily the author. Yes, perhaps it could use a few changes and a polish here and there. Is a work of art ever truly finished? Perhaps when it finds completion in another heart and mind...