a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Heather for The Sunday Whirl

She was our foster child, a daughter of the heart, possibly a legal daughter. It was easy for us until it wasn't.

Stop!  Deal with this now, speak to me, please.
The secret is worming through as it rots your soul.  We are not them.

We were wiser but the amber eyes didn't trust nor believe we might be the answer.

No amount of motherly chirping could convince her to be ours.  The screaming of a raptor reached its crescendo and its departure.

There were no happy endings.  She could not believe in that possibility.

8 comments:

Farm Girl said...

That story always breaks my heart. Is this for now or next Sunday?

Lynne said...

This is very sad . . . you can tell a story!

Weekend-Windup said...

You will deal with a happy life after this sadness.This day also will pass away. Nothing is fixed to someone...

Plowing Through Life (Martha) said...

I read the post you're linking to. How sad. But you gave it all you had, which is wonderful.

Arkansas Patti said...

That is so sad, especially when you give it all you had but sometimes the scars are just too deep. I hope she some day finds peace and will accept love.

Karen S. said...

Oh no! Yikes!

Lowcarb team member said...

Dear Gail
I thought what you've written here is very good,and describes things so well.
I did follow the link you gave ...
You tried, and tried so hard but sometimes it just doesn't work out.

Blessings

All the best Jan

Lynne said...

Reading this again . . .
Very sad . . .
Tell me more . . ,
please

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