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Crones of my Life, Part I
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Crones of my Life, Part I |
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Sunshine
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Crones of my Life, Part I It’s hard to live November without thinking of two special women as thoughts wander over their hands and wit, moods and smiles, their thought-filled processes of others with no configuration as to what a culmination of their maneuvers might mean to their own person. Then one might think as to their characters, how individually similar they were. What a joy to have been but a brief moment in their full lives; one can only go by imagination of how their stories wove in and around with time and places, history and faces and nary a moment’s verbal regret from either one. If one were attuned to their heart, then one could read a little regret, here and there, around the eyes, the lines of the mouth when they didn’t know one was looking, and even imagine the pinch of pain in their hearts; only the coldest soul would dare pry into something so private as to their true emotions. My birth mother passed away on my mother’s-in-law birthday, 16 years ago, having been born in ‘23. As I read the journal of city news my mother-in-law loved to read, history notes speak through the days of her remaining womb warmth time, her near emergence time coming near, to be a girl-child in ’08; and ponder on one’s coming into a moment when Election Day was one hundred years ago to this day, polls open to men at 8:00 a.m., and surprises reigned as women geared their man’s thinking; when smallpox spread with a rapidity with quarantine not taken lightly; and wheat markets could be the only day’s news after election passed. When my mother was passing from here to there sixteen years ago, she was disgusted with the progress of man. Shortly before mother-in-law died, she told us to prepare for a depression. I think upon their histories; and prepare to sally forth now, as their legacy, as the Matriarch. © krj 11-4-08 [This message has been edited by Sunshine (11-04-2008 03:26 PM).] |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Awwww Karilea, I am sorry for your losses. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
interesting write...but, then, life is built around strong women and their contributions to us, their offspring...thank you for sharing |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sue, thank you. But this is a poem about what we learn on our way. I am rejoicing in their teachings...I'm sorry if that did not come through. Steven, you are correct, this is the way it is...but if we fail to pass down our memories, than really, how is history built? |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Make that three special women, dear lady... for they live on in you. And that is a gift to us all. *S* |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Karilea, I was spellbound as a child hanging on every word from a story-teller, and whilst I was sad at it coming to an end, your end was magnificent, and magnificently philosophical and magnificently true. And you are a Matriarch worthy of them, in every possible way. - Owl |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Looking forward to Part 2! - Owl |
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