Mama's Look (poem) by Lisa Hilbers on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on April 3, 2007

Oh my, such memories of long ago! I know that look well, come to think of it I have used it myself a time or two or three or four!

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Kathryn Collins (Reader)

Reviewed on April 3, 2007

Dear Lisa:

Oh yes, I remember it too. It went deep. No switches, just I'll give you the back of my hand but never really happened. My dad was the fearsome one -- you did not step in his way.

"You felt it rise like a mad cat's fur" -- great!

Kathy

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on April 3, 2007

Lisa,

Seems like we all remember so well and we're none the worse for it. It was something to know the power of that look yet feel the love that it held.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 3, 2007

Oh my goodnessy YES I remember ALL too WELL!!

Not even two brains could top that feeling!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

I know the lo0k well..
Love this write...

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

Love your choice of words.
The imagery is wonderful...

Reviewed by Laura Mayer (Reader)

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

Oh yes, I remember that look well, and we were given "the belt" instead of a switch. Yet, like you, I always knew I was loved and where the boundaries were and I miss her guidance today. Thank you for sharing this write.
Hugs, Laura

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

A simply wonderful write my friend...this too is what kept me in line during youth and teen years. My mother only had to give "the look" once and once only, for you knew you were in trouble when you got home...and I recall the days of the switches very well, I've cut many of them myself, and knew to cut a nice limber one that would wrap around your legs a bit...and my mom too said those same words...I didn't really understand until I had children of my own...Great write dear friend, enjoyed this trip down memory lane...even if it was about switches...I now appreciate all of the strict disciplin and love that I recieved from my mom, it helped to mold me into who I am today!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

i wish i knew that look but you poem helped me to experience it ...

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

I certainly knew that look and I knew the consequences if I didn't heed it, too...I would have to trot out to the quince tree and pick my switch and be prepared for its wicked sting. I made it to this point in my life just fine, probably because of those limits that I learned, and I soon knew not to cross that line, whatever it was and wherever my parents set it...or at least not to get caught if I did cross it. I thank my parents for teaching me that, as I still set my limitations at a point where my actions don't interfere with others rights. I will forever marvel at how my mother could be talking with a friend and if I interrupted her she could put a smack on me without even looking my way and without missing a single word of her conversation. My sister and I still laugh when we recall the backhand into the back seat while she was driving if we were not behaving. Life is different now and I think that the lack of boundries is confusing for kids and certainly makes a difference in their character and work ethic as an adult. Excellent poem, Lisa, you never fail to rekindle memories when you set out to tell your tales.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

So interesting a reflection of life as those in our age group knew it, from a family of nine kids I know exactly what you are talking about but for me it was my dads look I had to worry about, a quiet man but when my Mom sent him to discipline us look out...we knew we were doomed. Good to see you posting again Lisa, missed you.

Fee

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

A truly fine remembrance Lisa! It seems all mothers in that generation did the same, and we are the better for it!Respect is very hard to come by today, but we learned it,didn't we!;-)

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

O, Boy, Lisa, how I DO remember The Look. One Look from Mom and she could cut through you like a knife; one Look and you KNEW she meant business! Very well done; thanks for this nostalgic piece! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on April 2, 2007

Lisa,

Boy, HOWdy, do I remember: you'd best stop what you were doing IMMEDIATELY (if not sooner). She'd raise that one eyebrow and you swear, lasers came out of her eyes: when she gave the "look," you were on the razer's edge. :) But more than the "look," there was love...I miss my Mom, she's been gone 17 years now. Even miss her "look." Thanks for the memories with this excellent poem; well done.

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