Baby Talk Comments

a son is loved not for what he is...a son is loved because he is one...a careless..drunkard...isolated in his fifties...sad.....asking that question at the end...you love me mama...a very practical and touching poem mam... please read my 'a rememberece of dad's last words' 'a great goodness', a part of me to a part of it i become.

the trials and tribulations of a woman...well depicted...regards

Indira this poem is so revealing of the lives of so many women who accept their lot...and the baby talk too. Thought-provoking piece. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank you specially for all the kind comments that you have been posting on my work.

totally scripted about a womans' life cycle.... very nice to read.. thank u