Exquisitely written! Imbued with aesthetic and realistic pathos. Poet's thought and emotion get anchored deeply, besides, his poetic acumen and acuity is prevalent across the poem that easily touches the fond readers hearts …… keep on writing such great pieces! !
Thank you thank you and thanks to all the world's poets who have tremendously loved this poem.myBOWS AND REGARDS. YOU ALL have been so kind
to read my poem and poems GOD BLESS YOU ALL..
Sylvia Frances Chan
(4/22/2020 1: 07: 00 AM)
Poem Number 399 on Top 500 Poems TODAY, Sir! WOW! What an achievement. I THOUGHT you were only asking me to READ at the very beginning...REGARDS FOR THIS INFORMATION I WOULD Have never known
3) I cite your words in the first stanza:
tears did not then come into my eyes I too smiled.......................INDEED, that was so, I DID NOT CRY either, BUT till TODAY I am still saddest about her death. Today I can tell you how most beautiful poem this is from your deepest inside. You are a true good son, Sir. Now you can utter yourself at last and we as readers are impressed very much, because this poem reminds us at our OWN MOM's DEATH.Amazing poem, Sir!
2) Now I have read this poem again, I DO UNDERSTAND and FEEL the emotions that comes forth from this seemingly too melancholic poem. Today this poem reminds me of my own beloved Mom's death some years ago, no...............not decades ago, but SOME YEARS AGO, these last days especially when the days become warmer, I am oftentimes thinking of she, today I can tell you dear SIR: I understand that YOU are STILL SAD.
Poem Number 399 on Top 500 Poems TODAY, Sir! WOW! What an achievement. I THOUGHT you were only asking me to READ at the very beginning, but when I have given comment, you did not know that and ASKED me again to give this poem my comment, and I said to you I HAD DONE THAT DEAR SIR! And look now, your poem is on TOP 500 POEMS because this poem is indeed so very sad that it reminds my OWN MOM's death
Sir, poet's poet! Your mother could not have asked you, " when are you coming? " . Her smiles stopped when miseries after miseries rained. Her smiles passed away before she did. In your mind still she smiles and cheers you. That is a mother. You go to her abode after hitting a century. To make us cheerful, you must be around.
What wonderful poem on mother expressing proud love on her. We don't often such poem on mother. Last I saw was Kushwant Singh prose on her mother. Very impressive with pure love on mother. Wonderful 👍👍👍