Lori was a happy girl
She always had a smile on her face
And a kind word for everyone
Lori had a big heart
Though everyone knew it
They never realized how big it was
Lori took it everywhere with her
Even though it ached sometimes
Even though it was tender sometimes
Lori was generous with her heart
When one of her friends was feeling bad
She would gladly give them a piece
Everyone thought Billy was mean
Lori knew he was just scared
That his new dad would hurt his mom
Lori gave him a piece of her heart
Billy smiled
Lori smiled
Everyone thought Johnny was slow
Lori knew he was a genius who was bored
And needed to be challenged more
Lori gave him a piece of her heart
Johnny smiled
Lori smiled
Everyone thought Eddy was a cry baby
Lori knew he was worried his friends would find out
He still wet the bed sometimes
Lori gave Eddy a piece of her heart
Eddy smiled
Lori smiled
She was happy that she could make them smile
By simply giving them a piece of her heart
She loved them—each for a special reason
One day Lori looked around to find
She had given away too many pieces
And her own heart was now quite small
Billy discovered that Johnny had a piece
Johnny found out that Eddy had a piece
And Eddy realized Billy had a piece
They no longer felt special, they were angry
They talked behind her back
They even made up stories about her
Lori heard the talk
She did not understand why they lied
It made her feel sad and alone
Other people heard the talk
People who Lori had helped in the past
People who knew the rumors weren’t true
One by one they came
From far and from near
To give Lori a piece of their own hearts
Lori thanked them and loved them all
And patched up her heart the best she could
But it was never quite the same again
When her friends came to her
And asked if they could have another little piece
she told them she had none to spare
Her friends wished they could go back
And take away the bad things they said about her
But the damage was done
Lori stopped giving her heart away so freely
Her friends no longer smiled like they used to
And neither did Lori
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I love your art work!
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I'm still waiting for mine to grow back...
Nice fable here Duane and yes, love the artwork!
xoxoxo,
rated as always - such a simple story and so beautiful. thank you for posting this.
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Excellent, as usual
rated.
Cool art, Duane.
Lovely, true, and deeply moving.....
Rated.
I like what rita says about the broken places are where the light can shine through. I also believe that a heart, once broken and now mended, is stronger than before, much like a broken bone. But the heart is even more resiliant...
Thank you! HUGS!!
Beautiful artwork, beautifully written.
This is bad communal politics. Lori had no one to watch her back. The communal gestalt was not on her side because she didn't align herself with it. She could have done that AND acted on her lovely intuition. She was unaware that such a thing as a group gestalt exists. She believed she was a lone player, and even after others wanted to make her feel better she still believed in that world view.
This is a GREAT children's book. It has plenty to debate about. I really think you should push for a literary agent and get this published.
I second Steve's thanks to Jodi.