sylvia spencer

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A Touch Of Love - Poem by sylvia spencer

There was once a child who's heart was broken, she had
no love only gifts and tokens. Showered with money and
gifts from her Dad, it's no wonder this poor child was always
sad. Her Mother never cared, there was no time for thought,
she repeated the action and loaded the child with clothes
that she had bought. This child was insecure because she
never understood, why her parents never loved her the way
they should. Through the years she watched them go their
separate ways which left her mind all in a maze.
A weekend with Mum and then one with Dad
her thoughts of the future were never glad. Her Mother cared
for nothing but her own life, and the sadness got worse when
her Dad took a new wife.Life with her stepmother was not all
that kind and at times the poor girl was driven out of her mind.
There were two step brothers who too were unkind, and as she
grew older, so did her troubled mind. Her life went by full of
turmoil and dismay, then she turned to a friend who told her
she was gay.Her heart was now full of joy and song, there was
now love in her life that had done her so wrong.
A touch of love was all she pleaded, but now she had found it
and it was so desperately needed.


Comments about A Touch Of Love by sylvia spencer

  • (5/15/2006 1:48:00 PM)


    How can something be so beautiful yet so heart-breaking at the same time?
    You have the poet’s gift of personal style
    Love Duncan
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  • (5/14/2006 5:00:00 AM)


    Your 'story'-mode pieces are increasingly captivating Sylvia. Loved this piece. (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2006 12:52:00 PM)


    Without love life would not be worth living. A very moving poem, Sylvia.

    Love from your sister in spirit,

    Sandra
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  • (5/11/2006 10:15:00 AM)


    A sad tale with a happy ending. I'm glad this woman finally did find love. Very nice. Sincerely, mary (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (5/10/2006 4:10:00 PM)


    A very sad story to tell here Sylvia, and an unusual ending too. Good flow and balance though. Try changing, maize for maze. Love from your spellchecker. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (5/10/2006 10:47:00 AM)


    It seems to me that without love, our souls die, and some will find it where they can. How sad, sad, sad! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 8, 2006


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