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A Glimpse of Mamma

mamma held the whiskey bottle in small yellow hands with dirty/short nails their polish peeling like hers. jaded/hard eyes with fear in each iris watched me with something akin to love similar but more unsure.

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Sharon Winter

Date: 4/25/2009 1:55:00 PM

A most revealing and interesting glimpse at that. Well written indeed. Love, Shar

Charlene Bird

Date: 4/24/2009 6:42:00 PM

This is excellent and you give a vivid picture. Another knock out by the man!

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 4/24/2009 3:21:00 PM

I LOVE THE GLIMPSE OF MAMMA;-)CHARMA

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 4/23/2009 8:44:00 PM

Wow, Brian, the woman you describe sounds so much like my grandmother. "Something akin to love" is what she offered with her harsh words and stares. I always remembered that when others in the family judged my mother and her battle with depression. Brilliant work!

Christopher Higgins

Date: 4/23/2009 10:33:00 AM

This is strong...polish peeling like hers..the shine of her fingers plus the shine from her beauty..such strong images...the last three lines are very strong.

Carrie Richards

Date: 4/23/2009 10:32:00 AM

So much said in this small, raw and earthy poem...a lot of sadness. Your writing is amazing. ~ Carrie

I Have Forgiven You But It Will Never Be The Same

Date: 4/23/2009 10:26:00 AM

wow. very prolific writer you are, brian. good write.