love – Dore Frances

The Girl Left Behind – Who My Mother Was Before I Lost Her

My mother, Frances Marion Bell, was born on January 25, 1925, in Oakland, California. It was a cold, rainy January day. Her parents, George E. Bell and Helen Bell, welcomed their second daughter into the world with love. According to my grandfather, her birth was quick.

They named her Frances Marion.

My grandfather had been born in England, and my grandmother, Helen, in Massachusetts. Whether they chose the name because of its meaning or simply because they loved it, I’ll never know. But it suited her perfectly.

The name Frances is often associated with freedom, independence, and a strong sense of self. My mother embodied those qualities. She was a free spirit, quietly confident and deeply compassionate.

Since her […]

By Doré Frances|2026-08-06T12:32:47-06:00August 6th, 2026|Collections, The Girl Left Behind Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – If Love Finds Me Again

If love ever finds me again, I hope it arrives gently. I hope it’s someone who hears the words I never quite know how to say, and understands the silence between them.

Someone who delights in the little things ~

not because they are grand, but because they matter to me.

Someone who chooses me, even on ordinary days, and reminds me through small, quiet gestures that I am never an afterthought. I hope for a heart that feels like home ~

steady, kind, and unwavering.

A presence that brings peace rather than uncertainty. A hand that reaches for mine when life becomes difficult, without waiting to be asked. Someone who protects not by control, but […]

By Doré Frances|2026-08-06T11:01:56-06:00August 6th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Collections, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – The Heart That Chose Kindness

It is one of life’s quieter sorrows ~

discovering that being kind does not guarantee kindness in return. You can offer your best, show up with an open heart, love without keeping score, and still be met with silence, distance, or disappointment. That does not mean your kindness was misplaced. It simply means not every heart has learned to love in the same way.

Do not let another person’s choices convince you to become someone you were never meant to be.

Let their actions belong to them. Let your compassion belong to you. The world needs more hearts that choose goodness without demanding reward, more souls that remain gentle even after being wounded.

So keep choosing kindness ~

not […]

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:09:26-06:00July 16th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – Between Two Worlds

Some days, it feels as though I exist between two worlds.

There is the person everyone sees ~

calm, capable, smiling at the right moments, moving through each day as though nothing has changed.

I answer questions, keep my commitments, and wear composure so naturally that few would ever think to look beyond it. Then there is the quieter life I carry within. A place where sorrow settles gently into my bones, where thoughts remain unspoken, and emotions are too deep for ordinary conversation. There are wounds no one can see, questions I cannot answer, and an ache that follows me even into moments that should feel light.

Living […]

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:09:12-06:00July 3rd, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence: A Poem About Missing Someone in Silence

Missing someone you cannot speak of is its own kind of silence. Not because the feeling isn’t real ~ but because it isn’t something the world would understand. So you carry it inward, like something sacred. No messages. No reaching out. No words to give it form.

Only the quiet dialogue that never leaves your heart. They return in subtle ways—
in a passing breeze, in dreams that linger, in the stillness of moments no one else notices.

You don’t miss them out loud. You miss them in the spaces between ~ between what is spoken and what remains unspoken.

And somehow, it is in that silence that they continue to exist.

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:09:06-06:00March 23rd, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – Love That Never Dims

Our loved ones do not leave us in darkness. They return to the Light ~
and in doing so, leave a sacred glow within us.

Their presence becomes a quiet flame, lit by heaven, kept alive by love. It does not fade with time, for it is not bound by time. It lives in the space where memory meets spirit, where the soul remembers what the eyes can no longer see. In moments of sorrow, that light warms us from within ~
a gentle reminder that love does not end, it transforms.

No matter where your journey leads, their spirit walks beside you. And when the night feels heavy, close your eyes […]

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:08:49-06:00February 22nd, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – A Poem About Love, Self-Reflection, and Emotional Safety

Over time, I learned that love alone isn’t enough. A relationship needs self-reflection to stay healthy—both people must be willing to look inward, recognize their patterns, and take responsibility for how they show up.

When someone resists that process, the dynamic can become draining and emotionally unsafe. You can’t make another person do the work they’re not ready to face. Letting go of that responsibility is liberating. It allows you to focus on caring for yourself and honoring what you need.

You deserve a relationship where growth is shared, and emotional safety is non-negotiable.

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:08:42-06:00February 8th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments

Beneath My Silence – True Beauty Is Choosing Kindness in a Harsh World

What makes you beautiful has very little to do with how you look. It’s that you didn’t let pain turn you sharp.

You were tested, stretched, and wounded in places no one could see ~

and still, you chose empathy over armor. You offer kindness without keeping score. You lead with warmth even on heavy days. That choice ~

to remain compassionate in a world that rewards hardness ~

is a quiet kind of strength. And that strength is what makes your beauty lasting.

By Doré Frances|2026-07-26T12:08:32-06:00January 14th, 2026|Beneath My Silence - Poems, Why Wisdom Is Harder Than You Think|0 Comments