tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post6009976929299437900..comments2024-03-28T05:38:04.618-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Who Cares What We Eat For Breakfast?Ms. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-91263641904786269282016-04-30T12:59:25.690-04:002016-04-30T12:59:25.690-04:00Such a strong post, and image, and poem. I know th...Such a strong post, and image, and poem. I know this too well. I am so bewildered by my father's anger that was never meant to be mine, but is here, in my self, in my house, and has ruined so much, so unfairly. And I feel like a victim, even though I'm the one who brought it here. Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-88214500233434976092016-04-29T19:30:39.486-04:002016-04-29T19:30:39.486-04:00Mary I love how you can write about this with hone...Mary I love how you can write about this with honesty xLeishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10550858502158736036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-5193677742899927152016-04-29T19:16:38.960-04:002016-04-29T19:16:38.960-04:00sometimes the only good thing about my childhood i...sometimes the only good thing about my childhood is that i am the only keeper of those sort of memories. the only person i have to doubt me is me.<br /><br />sending love and light<br /><br />xxalainaxxmrs.missalaineushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08542984504965262088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-68187337798728713492016-04-29T19:10:14.610-04:002016-04-29T19:10:14.610-04:00I think the most sensitive of us pick up on the em...I think the most sensitive of us pick up on the emotions of others. That is not to say that others are insensitive but that certain people pick up on the verbal and non-verbal cues that may go unnoticed by others. <br /><br />A lovely poem, Mary. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-16880238733028366112016-04-29T14:50:01.962-04:002016-04-29T14:50:01.962-04:00Wow! Thank you for sharing this.Wow! Thank you for sharing this.big mamabirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06758974733590946010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-78270757321852037372016-04-29T14:13:20.111-04:002016-04-29T14:13:20.111-04:00What a powerful poem Mary so gorgeously realized a...What a powerful poem Mary so gorgeously realized and <i>true</i> in the way that made me nod my head YES then YES then YES all the way through. Thank you.<br />Love<br />RebeccaRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-65390665033959414022016-04-29T13:53:08.931-04:002016-04-29T13:53:08.931-04:00Mary, I love you a lot. Your writing is superb.Mary, I love you a lot. Your writing is superb.Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08015888228309968515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-81819090707186176102016-04-29T13:28:41.274-04:002016-04-29T13:28:41.274-04:00Sometimes the raw-ness of your words make me cry. ...Sometimes the raw-ness of your words make me cry. Not for me, for I was blessed with the happiest of childhoods. But for you and countless others like you, who still wear the pain that was inflicted upon them, sadly by someone whose only job was to love. Hugs and peace to you (and all the others).Catrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17408495829569772826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22080126728065699972016-04-29T12:42:29.322-04:002016-04-29T12:42:29.322-04:00Stunning poem and analogy.
Love
BarbaraStunning poem and analogy. <br />Love<br />BarbaraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-81229616318962691252016-04-29T12:30:21.672-04:002016-04-29T12:30:21.672-04:00I feel you, here. Get it all out. It's your sa...I feel you, here. Get it all out. It's your safe place.SJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14174193133138897712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-26733690330885651592016-04-29T12:29:17.589-04:002016-04-29T12:29:17.589-04:00This is such a powerful internal narrative, Mary. ...This is such a powerful internal narrative, Mary. I read this right after reading a comment you left me more than a year ago, about my own mother, who was then declining, who was two months away from dying. And then I came here and it was like a continuation of our conversation, almost loopy how seamless it was. I feel your pain here, your regret at the loss of your brother, who perhaps absorbed the anger, too. But just as the egg had a purpose, you took the burdens of your childhood and transformed your life. You made a brand new story for your children, and that is the best purpose there is. Holding you, friend, with so much love. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-82472792687711711652016-04-29T12:17:38.695-04:002016-04-29T12:17:38.695-04:00I love your soul. I know you have seen some shit. ...I love your soul. I know you have seen some shit. Yet you demonstrate such love.<br /><br />This poem is utterly gorgeous. And I cried.Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-24526040799565786382016-04-29T12:11:39.192-04:002016-04-29T12:11:39.192-04:00The egg was sacrificed for a very good purpose, yo...The egg was sacrificed for a very good purpose, your continued existence. so sorry you internalized your mother's anger. I pushed mine away.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-71447290368224994542016-04-29T12:07:26.685-04:002016-04-29T12:07:26.685-04:00That was beautiful, Mary.
Your spontaneous words a...That was beautiful, Mary.<br />Your spontaneous words are so raw and real and touching.<br />You were a perfectly sweet and innocent little girl with a much too large burden. <br />I am so grateful that you have found your purpose, your good purpose, and all your children are so blessed by it.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.com