This is a collection of Short Stories, Poems & Vignettes focusing on some of societies issues. Most of the collection will revolve around the issues of children but not all. Items will be added to this collection on my website as I write them. Some of the items in this collection have already been published, however, I believe that they will have more impact in this collection.

The Rights of a Child

© By The Story Lover 2016

  1. I have the right to be loved unconditionally.
  2. I have the right to have a roof over my head.
  3. I have the right to be fed enough to be healthy.
  4. I have the right not be a physical or verbal punching bag.
  5. I have the right not be used a sexual plaything or rented out as such.
  6. I have the right to make decisions for myself in line with my physical and mental maturity.
  7. I do not have the right to be a spoiled rotten brat.
  8. I have the right to be treated with the respect I have earned.
  9. I don’t have the right to disrespect my parents just because.
  10. I don’t have the right to have things given to or bought for me just because I want them.
  11. I have the right to an education.

The Ones You Left Behind

© By The Story Lover 2004

You thought you were doing the right thing

You thought things couldn’t get better

You thought no one cared

You were wrong many people cared

People you knew, people you hadn’t met and people who weren’t even born yet.

You thought no one would miss you

You thought you hadn’t made a difference

You were wrong you will be missed

Your smirking smiles, the sparkle in your eye

The grin you thought no one could see

You will be missed by the son , the daughter you never had

The son or daughter who asks Mommy can Daddy see my poem?

Daddy, can Uncle or Aunt see me play?

The child on the street who lived for your smile

The parents whose lives now have a hole in it that may never fill

The Boyfriend or Girlfriend you will never meet

These people care and many more

The help is there just ask for it

The help may take some time but it will come

The friend you need may be on their way.

Just reach out for help it will come.

You made a difference to many lives you just couldn’t see

Sometimes we are too blind to see those who need our help.

Just give us a chance reach out your hand,

Help will be there it may be slow, but give us a chance

The ones you left behind send you their love

The ones you left behind will shed many a tear

The ones you left behind will ne’er forget

Remember someone always cares they may be near or far but someone cares.

So remember before you go, think of the ones you leave behind!

Dear Mommy & Daddy

© By The Story Lover 2010

Dear Daddy & Mommy,

Why do you hate me? I didn’t ask to be born, yet you blame me, and it wasn’t my fault.

Mommy and Daddy, I love you so much, yet you don’t love me, and I don’t know why. I do everything you tell me to do, but it is never enough; I clean the house, but still you beat me, and I don’t know why. I fix what you tell me to fix for dinner, but it is never good enough, so I don’t get to eat. I get straight “A’s” at school, yet you still beat me, and I don’t know why. I still love you, Mommy and Daddy; why don’t you love me?

I didn’t ask for you to be my parents, but you are, and I still love you. If you didn’t want me, why did you have me? Why can’t you talk to me without yelling and screaming? Why do you hit me when I just ask a question? What can I do so you will love me and quit hitting and yelling at me? The teachers at school are beginning to ask questions that I can’t lie about anymore. They want to know why my ribs are showing, and they want to know what those strange marks on my arms, my back and my legs are from. Mommy and Daddy, please help me be a better kid, so you will love me like I love you.

Your ever loving child

Author’s Note:

This was written for Child Abuse Prevention Month.


© By The Story Lover 2008

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Why did I have to die?

I was just a kid,

Why did they hate me?

I didn’t even know them!

Why did they hate me,

They didn’t even know me!

I was just a kid,

I loved my family and I loved life.

Why did I have to die?

God made me and God made them,

So why did they want to kill me?

I loved God and God loved me,

They loved God or so they said.

I was just a kid,

Why did I have to die?

This was suggested by All Hell Breaks Loose in the CSU Stories. My good friend Dark Star has written a wonderful Short Story based on my poem. Please click on the title to read it. Before Why Comes What.

Tell Me Why

© By The Story Lover 2010

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Tell me why you hate me please?

Is it because I am Gay?

What have I ever done to make you hate me so?

Do you think I chose to be Gay, do you really?

I had no choice I was born this way no matter what you think.

Do think I would choose to ridiculed, spat upon, reviled, beat up

or even killed.

Did you choose to be straight, no I don’t think so;

you were born straight just like I was born gay.

Did you really think one morning I just woke up and

thought I am going to be Gay and find a Boyfriend.

Do you really believe that is what happened?

Who or what I am is not a choice it a natural occurrence

of being born.

Why won’t you just leave me alone and let me live in peace?

I don’t beat you up or ridicule you for being straight now do I?

I didn’t think so!

If your god created all the life on earth in his image then he created me,

just as he created you.

Your god also doesn’t make mistakes either according to you;

so how can you call me a mistake?

Gay or straight, black or white we all have only one planet to

live on, tell me why we can’t live on it in peace.

Please tell me why?

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This is just something I wrote quickly after listening to Declan Galbraith sing “Tell Me Why” © 2002 Declan Galbraith here are the lyrics:

In my dream children sing a song of love for every boy and girl
The sky is blue and fields are green and laughter is the language of the world
Then I wake and all I see is a world full of people in need

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don’t understand.
When so many need somebody we don’t give a helping hand.
Tell me why?

Everyday I ask myself what will I have to do to be a man?
Do I have to stand and fight to prove to everybody who I am?
Is that what my life is for to waste in a world full of war?

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don’t understand.
When so many need somebody we don’t give a helping hand.
Tell me why?

(children) tell me why? (declan) tell me why?
(children) tell me why? (declan) tell me why?
(together) just tell me why, why, why?

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don’t understand.
When so many need somebody we don’t give a helping hand.

Tell me why (why,why,does the tiger run)
Tell me why (why why do we shoot the gun)
Tell me why (why,why do we never learn)
Can someone tell us why we let the forest burn?

(why,why do we say we care)
Tell me why (why,why do we stand and stare)
Tell me why (why,why do the dolphins cry)
Can some one tell us why we let the ocean die ?

(why,why if we’re all the same)
tell me why (why,why do we pass the blame)
tell me why (why,why does it never end)
can some one tell us why we cannot just be friends?

Host’s Note:

The following is a very strong and moving letter written by the mother of a gay boy in Vermont…

I have had this letter for quite awhile and I have finally figured out how to post it. I wish that we had a lot more parents like her!



©Sharon Underwood  2000 & Valley News 2000

Sharon Underwood’s letter to the Valley News, her local Vermont newspaper, in 2000

Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I’ve taken enough from you good people.

I’m tired of your foolish rhetoric about the “homosexual agenda” and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.

My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.

He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called “fag” incessantly, starting when he was 6.

In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn’t bear to continue living any longer, that he didn’t want to be gay and that he couldn’t face a life without dignity.

You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don’t know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn’t put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it’s about time you started doing that.

At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won’t get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don’t know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.

If you want to tout your own morality, you’d best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I’m puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that’s not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?

A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul a Vermonter, so I’ll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for “true Vermonters.”

You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn’t give their lives so that the “homosexual agenda” could tear down the principles they died defending. My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart.

He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn’t the measure of the man.

You religious folk just can’t bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.

How dare he? You say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage.

You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin.

The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12 Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about “those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing” asks: “Whatever happened to the idea of striving . . . to be better human beings than we are?”

Indeed, sir, whatever happened to that?


Thank you, Sharon.

What Is A Name?

©The Story Lover 2018, All Rights Reserved.


What is a name?

While the eyes are the window to the soul,

A name is the key to the soul,

That simple one or two words is the essence of a person.

A name is important because not only does the soul reside in it,

So, does the Id.

Without a name does a person really exist,

With the wrong name does that same person exist?

Calling a person, the wrong name damages a person,

And damages their soul!

A name describes the inner being of a person,

Not the exterior shell.

For a person to truly exist their name must match the being inside,

It must match their soul, and the Id.

The wrong name or a misapplied name turns a person into an empty husk,

An empty shell with no soul,

An empty shell with no essence,

An empty shell with no Id.

Without the right name, there is no person,

With the wrong name, the shell may just disappear.

The right name is powerful,

The right name is life,

The right name has soul,

The right name has essence,

The right name is a whole person.

Use the name that is right for a person,

Use the name for the person inside the shell.

Give life to a person, use the name that is truly theirs.

A name is all, it is everything,

The wrong name wounds.

Use the name that is true,

Use the name that is right.

The gender of the shell has no meaning,

The gender of the Soul is all,

The gender of the essence is all,

The gender of the Id is all.

A true name means LIFE!


I wrote this as a tribute to Patrick from Camp Refuge  by Wayne Gray,  if you want to see why I wrote it click on the following link Camp Refuge Chapter Thirty~One,

Please let me know if I captured the spirit of Patrick’s plight by emailing me at The Story Lover

You Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover ~ So Don’t Judge A Person By Their Skin!

©2018 By The Story Lover, All Rights Reserved.

It isn’t a person’s skin that makes them a person,

It is their heart, and their soul that makes them a person.

It isn’t the colour of their skin that makes a person,

It is the love and caring for humanity that comes from inside, that makes a person.

It isn’t the body parts attached to the skin that makes a person,

It is the knowledge and wisdom that they share, that makes a person.

It isn’t a who someone loves that makes them a person,

It is the fact that they love that does.

So, don’t judge a person by their outer shell,

judge them by the person within!

Remember, it is the heart and soul, the knowledge and wisdom,

it is their love and caring for humanity that comes from within,

along with the fact that they love, that makes a person!

Author’s Note:

I wrote this piece after reading about a character named Chase/Chastity in Chapter Nine of the story TJ by Jay Hooks, I woke up around 2 am with these words floating around my brain. I woke up and wrote them the next morning. I hope that I did Chase/Chastity credit. Thank you, Jay, for letting me link your story to this piece.

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