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Julia
the little girl untouched grew up falling and getting up, hitting her head hard enough to finally learn on her own, "that love lived inside her." I know a little girl like that...it's hard loving oneself, when no one has loved us, but once we master living (in) and loving our skin, (self0-love) we master love of all.
posted by
cosy
on September 12, 2006 at 1:05 PM
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Excellent poetized verse of fortitude, in knowing ones own heart and staying true to ones self. Very good read mam, well wrote. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on September 9, 2006 at 12:30 PM
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Beautifully written
posted by
Kat02
on September 5, 2006 at 11:48 AM
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I like this poem of resilience but I also want to remind that
there obviously would have been extensuating factors that must have enavled the woman to be a caring person despite the neglect, and we need to identify those.
posted by
Straightforward
on August 27, 2006 at 7:27 PM
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This reminds me of that old saying....
"It is better to give than to receive" (Or words to that effect.)
I guess that must go for love as well. Though many who have not been loved as children may be forgiven for finding it hard to learn. Though I think that love is a basic human instinct which can usualy be brought out.
posted by
nonconformist
on August 23, 2006 at 3:43 PM
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Excellent story poem !
Told so well full of emotion and wisdom, good self-expression=creative. Well wrote. Michael
posted by
lionladroar
on August 18, 2006 at 4:40 PM
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what insight!
Sad story but, straight from the hip, and all too true.
posted by
yafanna
on June 27, 2006 at 1:41 AM
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nice poem
posted by
mr-nobody1
on May 23, 2006 at 6:35 PM
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hey quirky. serious poem,
real subject. The strengthening of the fiber of character. Had to check in on you.
posted by
dryten
on April 30, 2006 at 4:23 AM
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hiii
This poem is beyond words..i just loved it. but you know many a time sit happens that the child grows in the opposite way...But sometimes its not like that actually the spirit in us is what makes what we are if we are the ones who know the worth of compassion we'll be like that no matter whether we recieve it or not...and if we are unaware of the compssion we'll never give it away even if we recieve it i abundance....but if a child ever calls do attend no matter what...because its life calling life thats is helpless but life which wont always remain helpless...
posted by
abhilasha
on March 29, 2006 at 12:21 AM
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Quirky....Very nice....
And full of meaning.....a universal thought..
posted by
MedusaNextDoor
on March 22, 2006 at 1:18 PM
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very true to reality
posted by
brisbane_artist
on March 22, 2006 at 12:36 PM
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avant--
I have no idea, but I am sure it happens more often than we'd like to think.
posted by
Julia.
on March 14, 2006 at 1:04 PM
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Dave--thanks for reading my poem.
I'm not quite sure what you mean, but I appreciate that you took time to comment!
posted by
Julia.
on March 14, 2006 at 1:03 PM
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Quirky
How can anyone neglect such a helpless soul?
posted by
avant-garde
on March 14, 2006 at 4:50 AM
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A thoughtful exploration, Quirks. The child is mother to the woman, to twist an old quote. Good stuff.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on March 14, 2006 at 3:03 AM
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I'll have to find it first; got too many poetry folders
on-line and off. ;) Again, beautiful and meaningful work here.
posted by
Katray2
on March 13, 2006 at 5:43 PM
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Thank you Katray--
I think I read that poem of yours, because when I originally posted this one, we talked about it. I wouldn't mind reading it again, though, if you could provide the link...or you could always post it again.
posted by
Julia.
on March 13, 2006 at 5:40 PM
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Wow, powerful verse Quirky
Tragically, too many helpless babes worldwide are unloved and untouched - hope they will be able to come to the same realization someday...
This reminds me of a poem I wrote a long time ago about all the neglected and abused children. I titled it: "Why?"
posted by
Katray2
on March 13, 2006 at 5:25 PM
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