The center of her being is stretched beyond her imagination. The prominent lines of silver are only judging her outwardly uncomely. She held each thread between her fingers and inwardly wove her beauty. Beneath these marks are memories of the lives she once carried. She labored to deliver herself. Born in right order she cried out twice in winter and once in late spring. Two seasons from these three of her lives are completed. She stands a bittersweet cuspate drawn by the lines of her years.
She understands separation is needed and how time can bring all things to light. Her heart breaks in pieces with the thought of them leaving. She gathers the fragments within her basket pulling her apron over her nest. She now rests from her labor returning to work on the original two becoming one.
June 4, 2010 at 2:34 pm
nice…deep stuff today…the river of emotion…
June 4, 2010 at 2:43 pm
Thanks so glad you stopped by and yes the emotions are taking over this weekend as my last baby graduates!
June 4, 2010 at 10:14 pm
What a beautiful, deep, and rich piece of writing here. Thanks so much for your visit. I certainly have enjoyed reading your work. Lovely site you have here as well. Take care!
June 5, 2010 at 12:46 am
Your welcome and thank you. I appreciate your kind words. Glad you enjoyed your visit!
June 5, 2010 at 4:24 am
your way of writing is very, very attractive. i too loved this piece.
June 5, 2010 at 5:29 am
I appreciate you gracious words and thanks again for the visit! Have a great weekend!
June 7, 2010 at 10:56 am
So lovely, this expression of where you are in life now. I mirror many of those sentiments. Well Done. Heartspell
June 7, 2010 at 11:24 am
Thanks for your kind words and for visiting!