Fragile Resilience
(for Jennie)
You stood for so long,
buffeted by a Wyoming wind,
no desire to be put out to pasture,
yet wounded in a way
that would wear down any soul.
Hearts and hands
extended by those who care
went unanswered,
independence your mantra
and your wounds now ours.
I’ve been away for the past week attending to family matters, but I should be back home by the end of the month. Meanwhile, I get to experience a Wyoming winter.
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Brr. Sounds cold. And windy.
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Both. Very.
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That’s an excellent and very moving video.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Ken.
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Pax, brother.
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Thank you, Ron.
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A very moving poem and video, Ken.
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Thank you, Merril.
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You’re very welcome, Ken.
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A great recitation/ video!!!
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Thank you.
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Your words touched my heart, Ken. This reminds me so much of my mother who passed in 2011.
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Thank you, Linda. Sometimes strength and independence aren’t enough.
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Yes, that is so true.
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I hear sadness and strength in your words.
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Thank you, Ali. She was fiercely independent, but overwhelmed by circumstances.
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It is hard when you people are so independent that will not take an extended hand.
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Yes. Often, our strength lies in others.
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