A Child Left Behind
Tate Publishing, 2007 - 87 σελίδες
Unaware at the time, the unexpected death of her fahter would shatter the life of this five-year-old girl. She managed to get through the next few years adjusting to a large, blended family and calling another man Daddy. But something happened to her one night that marked a realization that life offers a seemingly endless supply of pain and emptiness. It was a pivotal poem that woke Jeanne O'Donnell with this revelation, the poem that became the impetus for A Child Left Behind. She carried it with her into adulthood, where she began a life of immorality, common to her free love generation. It was a shocking response from a date one evening that led her to the day that would changer her life forever. Yet her struggles continued, as did her poetry. They provided the stages for her metamorphosis, until she learned where to find the love she lost when she became A Child Left Behind. This book's genre is unique and a must read for anyone who has loved and lost.
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