The little girl heard the words
whispered to her gentle heart
"God is love." came softly to
her where she hid from pain
"God is love." she whispered
to herself behind the kitchen door
Not yet six, she knew what love
was and now she knew God too
I will live my life that way she
decided. There is no need for pain
when there can be a memory that
to love is to answer God's wishes
And so, she grew with a secret
thought always present in her heart
never telling that she had a message
to try to live up to in her daily life
She tended her mother's children
with a tenderness beyond her years
calmed their cries and eased fears
wondering what else she could do
She made friends and loved them
never forgetting that each was hers
holding a special place in her heart
lingering there long after they parted
She met a man, promised to love
him and remain his faithfully forever
her heart bloomed with a newness
and awareness of passionate love
She thought "God is love." and I
will love my man as God planned
She forgot to ask the man if he
knew what man and wife meant
She had babies, nourished them
and loved and enjoyed them so
deeply there was never a moment
she was not aware of their needs
Tenderly and with much patience
they grew and went away from her
and she was left alone with a silent
man in a house they called home
A black wreath appeared upon
the door one day, no note to say
which one had gone away, only
a sign that read "God is love."
And, somewhere, hiding pain
again in silence, the girl prayed
Sylvia Sammons Spivey
4-18-2006
On the second anniversary of the death of my
Beloved son Tony, the Poetdude.


whispered to her gentle heart
"God is love." came softly to
her where she hid from pain
"God is love." she whispered
to herself behind the kitchen door
Not yet six, she knew what love
was and now she knew God too
I will live my life that way she
decided. There is no need for pain
when there can be a memory that
to love is to answer God's wishes
And so, she grew with a secret
thought always present in her heart
never telling that she had a message
to try to live up to in her daily life
She tended her mother's children
with a tenderness beyond her years
calmed their cries and eased fears
wondering what else she could do
She made friends and loved them
never forgetting that each was hers
holding a special place in her heart
lingering there long after they parted
She met a man, promised to love
him and remain his faithfully forever
her heart bloomed with a newness
and awareness of passionate love
She thought "God is love." and I
will love my man as God planned
She forgot to ask the man if he
knew what man and wife meant
She had babies, nourished them
and loved and enjoyed them so
deeply there was never a moment
she was not aware of their needs
Tenderly and with much patience
they grew and went away from her
and she was left alone with a silent
man in a house they called home
A black wreath appeared upon
the door one day, no note to say
which one had gone away, only
a sign that read "God is love."
And, somewhere, hiding pain
again in silence, the girl prayed
Sylvia Sammons Spivey
4-18-2006
On the second anniversary of the death of my
Beloved son Tony, the Poetdude.


