Your poem reminded me of my own mother, Nailah. In life, she was warm and soft and I loved her hugs. I love, love, love, the final line. I hope that you do in fact do something with these poems and look forward to other workshops.
Sharon-Rose, you poem is highly visual. I can see your mother in the church. It took me back to days of sitting upstairs in the Anglican church, looking down in the congregation to find people I knew. I picture you, like a little girl, searching anxiously to find your mother in that congregation on the TV screen. Love this piece.
Your poem reminded me of my own mother, Nailah. In life, she was warm and soft and I loved her hugs. I love, love, love, the final line. I hope that you do in fact do something with these poems and look forward to other workshops.
Sharon-Rose, you poem is highly visual. I can see your mother in the church. It took me back to days of sitting upstairs in the Anglican church, looking down in the congregation to find people I knew. I picture you, like a little girl, searching anxiously to find your mother in that congregation on the TV screen. Love this piece.