 “They keep breaking off” said “Twig Mary” as she bent old bones to pick broken branches from her yard. Barely skipping a beat she added: “My husband died a year ago. Three months ago I lost my son.” Bent but not broken – Yes, broken. Tenderly she caressed the twigs… healing.
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Dianne
11/23/2011 04:54:16 am
Another beautiful poem that gently reminds the reader that within life there is indecisiveness--we aren't broken, but we are. We draw strength from hard situations, but we heal. Leave a Reply. | Nancy LindquistFrail beauty tracker. ArchivesJune 2012 CategoriesAll |
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