Upon Stopping at the Mailbox
Remembering Mother's Cake20 total reviews
Comment from Kerry Foley
Hello there, my friend. This is a really cute story in a poem. It's so funny, I get the same way when I get packages in the mail, trying to guess what it is I ordered. It's nice to get a surprise, especially a cake. Yummy:))) My Mom surprised me recently with some little fairytale brownies, I was so excited. I bake cookies and mail them to my daughter all the time.
Have a great weekend. ~Kerry
reply by the author on 05-Jan-2020
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Hello there, my friend. This is a really cute story in a poem. It's so funny, I get the same way when I get packages in the mail, trying to guess what it is I ordered. It's nice to get a surprise, especially a cake. Yummy:))) My Mom surprised me recently with some little fairytale brownies, I was so excited. I bake cookies and mail them to my daughter all the time.
Have a great weekend. ~Kerry
Comment Written 05-Jan-2020
reply by the author on 05-Jan-2020
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Thank you for your interactive review. I appreciate it.
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My pleasure.
Comment from LaRosa
Hi Liz, just wanted to 'read' you too. ð???
I especially enjoyed the last two stanzas, and could see you becoming more and more comfortable with what you were expressing as the poem progressed.
Loving and kind memories of family really came through.
PS) How DO people send cakes in the mail!? I know it's done all the time, but I was worried your cake was going to be smashed! ð??§
reply by the author on 27-Oct-2018
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Hi Liz, just wanted to 'read' you too. ð???
I especially enjoyed the last two stanzas, and could see you becoming more and more comfortable with what you were expressing as the poem progressed.
Loving and kind memories of family really came through.
PS) How DO people send cakes in the mail!? I know it's done all the time, but I was worried your cake was going to be smashed! ð??§
Comment Written 25-Oct-2018
reply by the author on 27-Oct-2018
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She packed it in a box with a box. Thank you for your supportive review. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Comment from tempeste
A very nostalgic poem... I have very few memories of my mamma as a child/youth ..my parents had their own travel business..it was a very interesting job but I inevitably had to go to boarding school.
I started when I was 6 and 1/2 and finish when I was 20 ..I saw my parents about two months a year.
I was lucky though ..I did get to travel occationally with them on the ship or plane in the 70s when kids didn't travel that much yet.
After a day at school being teased (maybe) arriving home to your mom who lovingly had baked a cake would have been a joyful moment .
I had the nuns to face they had no problems in using the stick or the straps. [ouch] They got away with a lot cause I had no one to go to.
But on the other side I grew up "tough"..I never hugged or kissed my parents .
I enjoyed reading of your past .
PS. check verse 4 first line ..I think ... " to "....is missing : she used to bake
reply by the author on 19-Oct-2018
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A very nostalgic poem... I have very few memories of my mamma as a child/youth ..my parents had their own travel business..it was a very interesting job but I inevitably had to go to boarding school.
I started when I was 6 and 1/2 and finish when I was 20 ..I saw my parents about two months a year.
I was lucky though ..I did get to travel occationally with them on the ship or plane in the 70s when kids didn't travel that much yet.
After a day at school being teased (maybe) arriving home to your mom who lovingly had baked a cake would have been a joyful moment .
I had the nuns to face they had no problems in using the stick or the straps. [ouch] They got away with a lot cause I had no one to go to.
But on the other side I grew up "tough"..I never hugged or kissed my parents .
I enjoyed reading of your past .
PS. check verse 4 first line ..I think ... " to "....is missing : she used to bake
Comment Written 19-Oct-2018
reply by the author on 19-Oct-2018
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I'm glad you enjoyed this. I knew you would. My former partner, now deceased, also spent her life in a boarding school. She also grew up tough. I heard about some of the cold situations. I'm sorry you both had to go through that. I was a nun for 28 years, but fortunately by the time I was teaching, 1969, only the principal doled out the punishment. I went to public school until 11th grade so did not have the awful ones my classmates had. brrrr. Be well. Thank you for the review.
Comment from Joan E.
Thanks for your timely poem, because we now have a communal mailbox like the one pictured and are getting used to receiving small packages under lock and key! I enjoyed your story poem and its rhymes. I don't have any siblings with whom to share my mother's recipes, but I do still use her ingredients. Here's to our mothers' "care and love"! I hope your entry was well received in the contest- Joan
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2018
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Thanks for your timely poem, because we now have a communal mailbox like the one pictured and are getting used to receiving small packages under lock and key! I enjoyed your story poem and its rhymes. I don't have any siblings with whom to share my mother's recipes, but I do still use her ingredients. Here's to our mothers' "care and love"! I hope your entry was well received in the contest- Joan
Comment Written 23-Sep-2018
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2018
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Thank you for your appreciative review. Near the end of the school session last, someone kicked off the keys as we leave them in the lock after we get our package. Our mailboxes are located at a school bus drop off. I was grumping because then to get a package I'd have to take almost 40 minutes in all to get to and from the big post office. But being without brings greater appreciation. Just a few weeks ago, they'd repaired & replaced the locks. yay.
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We'd had a few hiccoughs with the new mailboxes, but now we all have keys I appreciate the security even though I have to walk a little further. Enjoy the fall- Joan
Comment from Badger_29
As a story poem, this fits the criteria very low. I love the way you ride it and use the meter. Your use of family members present and past, and the cake and mother smiling down makes this a very complete form woman is easy to read and builds up well.
things your mother used bake
When I opened the surprise box there was a cake
A tomato soup cake with raisins galore
I looked down and saw there was more . . .
I like how this reads, and it tomato soup cake sounds intriguing.
Blessings,
Brother Badger
reply by the author on 11-Aug-2018
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As a story poem, this fits the criteria very low. I love the way you ride it and use the meter. Your use of family members present and past, and the cake and mother smiling down makes this a very complete form woman is easy to read and builds up well.
things your mother used bake
When I opened the surprise box there was a cake
A tomato soup cake with raisins galore
I looked down and saw there was more . . .
I like how this reads, and it tomato soup cake sounds intriguing.
Blessings,
Brother Badger
Comment Written 11-Aug-2018
reply by the author on 11-Aug-2018
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Thank you for your enthusiastic review. I'm glad you enjoyed it. The tomato soup cake tastes a lot like a spice cake but with a little more pizzaz. You can find the original Betty Crocker recipe in your search.
Comment from Mabaker
This again is a display of your immense talent Liz. You write about pain and unfairness so well. Tell me why you were in the Convent for 28 years? Were you training to be a Nun? The reason I say this, I was in a Catholic Orphanage but nowhere like 28 years. Your writing echoes the teaching of Nuns, you write like a Nun has taught you. Sincerely Anne
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2018
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This again is a display of your immense talent Liz. You write about pain and unfairness so well. Tell me why you were in the Convent for 28 years? Were you training to be a Nun? The reason I say this, I was in a Catholic Orphanage but nowhere like 28 years. Your writing echoes the teaching of Nuns, you write like a Nun has taught you. Sincerely Anne
Comment Written 24-Jul-2018
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2018
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I was a nun for 28 years and was taught to appreciate writing intricately by one very favorite nun teacher. i had a very exacting father, so evidently to continue such life's lessons I entered the convent. Ironically, railing at authority the whole way. I stayed so long because I thought I could change things from within, but eventually saw the light after all my friends had left long before. I began to face the fact that the nuns or the Catholic Church were not who they said they were. In Vermont USA the Catholic orphanage has some very dark stories. I have actually met a few "survivors" . It was not pretty. I know another influence for my "darkness" was I taught in depressed areas. Lots of poverty, some bilingual, Italians & the other was a backwoods town. I also worked for 30+ years with domestic violence & sexual assault victims & then in the last 11 years, psych patients & substance abuse patience. I have done nothing light like doily making or heady like financial stuff. It's all been very emotionally oriented. And yet I loved it all & the people I helped through my skill to teach. Once again, a book length for an answer
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There you go Liz, I was right on the ball. I will forgive your long reviews from now on. Yes life in an Orphanage in the fifties was no picnic, However the alternative was home with a drunken mother, and I know where I would have ended up. Sincerely Anne
Comment from Mary Hollingsworth
When you Lizz you're surprised at me holding my breath too as you went up the hill riding with that box I too was waiting for you to open up the box when you got home. But might I say Ive never heard of a tomato soup cake. I cant even imagine what that would taste like. But from your descriptive writing and excitement spewed out all through your writing. It has to be a pick me up. Thanks for sharing I havent read much of your book because Im in the process of moving and unpacking. But what I have read. I can see little kids self image being built up.
reply by the author on 10-Jul-2018
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When you Lizz you're surprised at me holding my breath too as you went up the hill riding with that box I too was waiting for you to open up the box when you got home. But might I say Ive never heard of a tomato soup cake. I cant even imagine what that would taste like. But from your descriptive writing and excitement spewed out all through your writing. It has to be a pick me up. Thanks for sharing I havent read much of your book because Im in the process of moving and unpacking. But what I have read. I can see little kids self image being built up.
Comment Written 09-Jul-2018
reply by the author on 10-Jul-2018
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Oh Mary, so good to hear from you. We've got to catch up at your convenience. Thank you for such a positively engaged review. I've submitted Ch 1 & 2 of my book on here, so if you get time eventually you could do a review. I've got to earn more member $$ before I can submit it. It cost quite a bit to promote it. Almost $ 6 & I presently have 3.32. It'll b a couple of days.
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I know the feeling of trying to sponsor
Once i see daylight in this move. I'll holla at ya. Take care
Comment from Boogienights
This is a lovely story..your mother must have been very special to understand what would comfort you. Your sister as well for sending you that reminder of happier times Thanks for sharing this great story.
reply by the author on 06-Jul-2018
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This is a lovely story..your mother must have been very special to understand what would comfort you. Your sister as well for sending you that reminder of happier times Thanks for sharing this great story.
Comment Written 06-Jul-2018
reply by the author on 06-Jul-2018
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Thank you for your comprehensive review. I'm glad you appreciated it.
Comment from Phyllis Stewart
Lovely poem about your mom and her cake that meant so much.
I really like these lines:
And I am greeted by the memory of Mother's cake each night
No matter what has happened everything is all right
I think we all remember something about our mothers, something they made or did that was so special. I hope we took the time to tell them how important it was because it made us feel loved and secure. And every child--every ADULT in fact--needs that! :)
reply by the author on 06-Jul-2018
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Lovely poem about your mom and her cake that meant so much.
I really like these lines:
And I am greeted by the memory of Mother's cake each night
No matter what has happened everything is all right
I think we all remember something about our mothers, something they made or did that was so special. I hope we took the time to tell them how important it was because it made us feel loved and secure. And every child--every ADULT in fact--needs that! :)
Comment Written 06-Jul-2018
reply by the author on 06-Jul-2018
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Thank you so much for your reflective review. I'm glad you appreciated it so.
Comment from GeeGeeRose
I loved that this told two stories in one. The story of receiving the package and also the story of your mother's love and care when you were a child. You paint a beautiful picture of love and family. Keep on keepin on!
reply by the author on 06-Jul-2018
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I loved that this told two stories in one. The story of receiving the package and also the story of your mother's love and care when you were a child. You paint a beautiful picture of love and family. Keep on keepin on!
Comment Written 05-Jul-2018
reply by the author on 06-Jul-2018
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Thank you for your affirming review. I'm glad you appreciated it.