Sweetened with a Little Taste of Love

Now I know how to make a smoothie!!
I like how she stands purposefully watching, how you are eager to get it right,
I sense a good strong relationship between you.
Seamus Heaney (I may have spelt that wrong) wrote a poem about blackberries.
It seemed simple on the outside but when you delved a little deeper there inlayed some strong messages.
I sense pride in your mother (a good pride!!)
You both are enjoying the little "mum and daughter time"
You manage to turn a simple story into a strong one with some great terminology.
"More natural than the air she fans herself with" a great attention to a fine detail.
and let it enliven the heat of
overgrown days.
Great ending.
Only one question? Can you ponder loudly?

MarryAnne, I really feel terrible for being unable to comment in details. Just thought I would let you know that I loved it, in brief... I loved it! :)

That ending mary-anne.

Jezus christ. I have to start getting emotionally prepared when I'm about to read your pieces. I kind of get this huge slap in the face all the time.. and I'm like

O.o!!!!!

the only thing that was a little odd to me
Was this

"For she knows to be brought
again to the vitality of life-"

the to be brought..part sounds a little weird to me, it kind of stuck the flow of the piece.. wouldn't something more like

"for she is brought again to the vitality of life"

like... take out the knows?...

But that's just my opinion tho, no need to take it. I always ponder how you come up with so much.. like so much..

And its always quality, its like your mind knows no limits.. you are a little vacuum
you suck up everything from around you and you just create. and create. and create. and create.

your imagination just blows me away.

I kind of pictured you in the kitchen.
a girl watching her mother make a smoothie, and then the poem just bloomed in her mind. and bam..she went and wrote it down..

You're such an artistic little being

xoxo