**A Memory of Love**

Hello... My name is Littledove Elisbeth Rooney and I wish to welcome you to my tiny little corner of the web... As I would also take you into my souls depths on this page...

This page is dedicated to the many thousands of survivors of Domestic Violence as well as to the many who die each year as a direct or indirect result of that Abuse. May the Great Spirit {in whatever form we each believe} oneday be able to create a place where women and children no longer fall prey to those who would beat, maim and kill them in the name of love...

I wish to dedicate the song playing to ALL those many people who give of their time and energy on a daily basis to combat Domestic Violence. Without them, so very many more would die as a result of this disease that ravages our world.

In my pages you will read of the love of a mother for her children now living with God/Goddess and the Spirit Guides because of *Domestic Violence*

*A Mothers Love*

One calm, bright, sweet sunshiny day, an angel stole out of heaven and came down to this old world, and roamed field and forest, city and hamlet. Just as the sun went down he spread his wings and said: "Now my visit is out, and I must go back to the world of light. But before I go, I must gather some momentos of my visit here."

He looked into a beautiful flower garden and said, "How lovely and fragrant these flowers are." He plucked the rarest roses and made a bouquet and said, "I see nothing more beautiful and fragrant than these; I will take them with me." But he looked a little further and saw a bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked baby, smiling into it's mother's face. And he said, "Oh, that baby's smile is prettier than this bouquet; I will take that too."

Then he looked just beyond the cradle and there was a mother's love pouring out like the gush of a river toward the cradle and the baby. And he said, "Oh, that mother's love is the prettiest thing I have seen on earth; I will carry that, too."

With the three treasures he winged his way to the pearly gates, and lit just on the outside and said, "Before I go in, I will examine my momentos." And he looked at the flowers and they had withered. He looked at the baby's smile and it had faded. He looked at the mother's love and there it was, in all its pristine beauty.

He threw aside the withered flowers and faded smile, and winged his way through the gates and led all the hosts of heaven together and said, "Here is the only thing I found on earth that would keep its beauty all the way to heaven--it is a mother's love."

I am a survivor of *Domestic Violence* but in a far broader sense of the word, for you see I was a submissive woman who had in faith entrusted her heart, body and soul to a Dominant at the tender age of 17 years old, in the belief that He would cherish the gift which he was given. I consider myself very lucky to be able to sit down and create this space as I know his intent was to kill me because I had chosen to leave and end the continuous cycle of abuse and violence which he thrived upon. Every day for the balance of my time here on this earth I will remember that violence and the extremes it reached even after leaving as I will spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair as a direct result of his final attempt. My precious children never got that chance however. The first 2 died at or within several months of birth as a result of beatings to me and denied medical care, and my third and only child to survive and come home was killed in his last attack upon me. Whether it was his intent to kill our child I will never know, but he did and in so doing destroyed my very gentle spirit in so many ways with his actions, as he robbed me of the joy of seeing my precious child grow up...

Let me tell you of my precious son...David Allen was born 4/1/90 a beautiful blue eyed copy of his momma...

My life was filled with incredible joy each and every day of his much too short life on this earth. On Feb.14,92 a drunk and very abusive Master with a dislike for my personal choice to end a cycle of violence took it upon himself to run my compact car off the road with his semi. His actions not only made drastic changes in my own life, but claimed the life of my precious 22 month old child as well.

My heart may never heal the loss of my precious son or his two sisters who passed on before him, But I will forever keep his memories alive in my heart and with this site in his loving memory...

Below I have links to some very inspirational sites of others who like myself are survivors of Domestic Violence in any of its very ugly forms.

Links Which Offer Inspiration and Peace

A Survivor
Wind Beneath My Wings

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© copyrighted January 2000

Littledove Elisbeth Rooney