Thursday, October 28, 2010

Broken...


So long ago there was joy in my world.  Life was ahead of me and wonder never ceased.  Growing, learning, toiling beside my Mother and Father moved effortlessly into an arranged marriage and the bearing of my children.  I learned about grief through the loss of my infant son and later my grown daughter.  While love was not a part of my marriage, it was the center of my parenting.   The pain for my losses never diminished.  The glow of youth long-since gone, the toils of my middle years bent my back but never my spirit.  Through all my challenges my faith remained.  I died alone, with no human presence to take my hand.  The Lord pulled me up and held me close so that all these ages later I might view the worldly remains of a life well-lived.  My name was Hazel A. Wilson and I walked among you, bent but never broken.

(My Magpie offering...C Hummel Kornell)

13 comments:

  1. A poignant, yet triumphant tale!

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  2. Oh, this is so very sad. To lose two children is such a hearbreak. I assume this is you, and I am so sorry for these losses.

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  3. I like that ... bent but never broken.

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  4. I love the snow falling on your site. Beautiful and poignant story - hope none of it ever happened to you.

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  5. This makes me think of all the Hazel A. Wilsons who have gone before us. Excellent piece.

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  6. Thankfully this offering is NOT about my life. I tend to write a bit on the sad side from time to time whenever certain feelings are evoked. Willow's photo evoked these feelings. BTW, Willow, this was a strangely personal photo you provided...my ex-Mother-in-Law's last name was Wilson (as shown on the stone) and my Mother's birthday was the 23rd (also depicted on the stone). That's what pulled out the lives of females through the ages. Thanks! to everyone for taking time to read my post and it's so great to receive feedback.

    Wishing you all a very Happy day!

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  7. That's wonderful -- the photo evokes the feelings and the words flow from there. A sad life, sustained by faith, is never completely unbearable.

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  8. bent but never broken...nice close and a summary i would wish to offer at my closing...

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  9. Nicely done- sad but her spirit was strong

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  10. Love the line 'bent but never broken'... how many of us could bear those words. Nice write.

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  11. This very powerful piece of writing depicts a real woman in real situations.
    There are a lot of Hazel A. Wilson in the world who leave this world "with no human presence to take my hand" .There are lots of Hazel A. Wilson who burry a child or two - which is the greatest tragedy in one's life. There are lots of Hazel A. Wilson who marry without love.
    The beauty of it all , is that these women are "bent but not broken".
    Excellent writing!

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  12. Duta, I am humbled by your words. I do agree that my depiction encompasses women of all nationalities, in all parts of our world. This is how I intended the piece when I wrote it, timeless with no specific boundaries. Throughout time, women have suffered so that the human race might be preserved. Females are an awesome lot!

    BTW, this is in no way meant to diminish the role of men in our societies. The roles are so totally different and each is extremely important to mankind's survival.

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