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!”