Any Woman


my family

She sat their like an arm to a broken chair.  Stoically, blissfully, obtuse to her obvious handicaps.  Had not…she been aware of the facts…!

Those eyes had wrapped themselves around so many tears.  A heart embracing, accepting, pretending such as, a backyard tree made for a tire swing that was always bending.

A thought came to the mind of her admirers…

“She had never been a store-bought woman!”

Always deflecting gratuity, with grace and a spoonful of loving.

On her lap, under a crisp, freckled hand, a wrinkled sheet of paper…

“I have journeyed to the ends of the earth…Only to find the end of the earth!”

 

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