sylvia spencer

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A Lonely Weekend - Poem by sylvia spencer

How bright it is on a Friday, when I am away from everything
that seems so wrong, when I am here in this haven and all the
birds are in song. It does not matter if it's winter or spring, because
I so look forward to everything.This place takes away the sadness
of life and it's memories that cut right in like a blade from a knife.
These two days a week that have become heaven to me, they
take away that distance of far gone memory.
Then when it is all over the weekend appears and so
does reality and all my fears. Then Tuesday is here again
from a weekend so long, and all the birds are back in song.
There are pictures that I want to paint with masterly art,
but they are hidden deep within my aged heart.
My life is my fortune because I am not dead yet,
but the loneliness is there and the pattern is set.
My weekends are lonely, but I manage to cope
because I live for the days at The Centre of Hope.

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Comments about A Lonely Weekend by sylvia spencer

  • (5/26/2006 4:58:00 PM)


    Sylvia many thanks for sharing this caring sensitive piece of writing with us.Lonelyness comes in many forms and can eat you away.Your friends are fortunate that you appreciate them and care.
    Best regards,
    Sid John.
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  • (5/24/2006 6:13:00 PM)


    Sylvia you are a real caring person and I am glad we are friends. Your day centre residents will be happy when you are around and feel lucky for your bubbly presence.x (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (5/23/2006 1:31:00 PM)


    This is delightful Sylvia, and a pleasure to read. Lovely story. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (5/22/2006 8:31:00 PM)


    Praise for your warm and caring heart. This poem just shines with compassion, Sylvia.

    Love from your sister across the Atlantic,

    Sandra
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  • (5/22/2006 5:07:00 PM)


    Now this is a great sign, a poet with kind words for another, must be Sylvia Spencer
    How are you darling, ? All o'k?
    This is lovely:
    My weekends are lonely, but I manage to cope because I live for the days at The Centre
    of Hope.
    Beautiful and ageless
    Thankyou so much
    Love duncan XXX
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 22, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 29, 2010


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