I may be old, bent and broken,
entirely blocking your path,
but inside where it counts,
I’m still a twig, leafy and new.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
35 thoughts on “Still a Twig”
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Ah yes, none of us enjoy the ageing process, but we, and everything still holds the young self inside! 🙂
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And thank goodness we do! 🙂
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Faithful to its own core and deepest essence… I love it, Bren…. Aquileana 😉
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Thanks for stopping by, Aquileana. Have a great weekend! XOXO
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You are most welcome… Oh I have just added a widget from my blog to yours… I am happy to have you there, among my favorite bloggers… Hugs. 👏🏻😀
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I’m honored. What great company I’m in!! Thank you! XOXO
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How lovely I could project to the bare twig..
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That’s how I feel most days!! 🙂 🙂
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Yeah to the feeling young part!
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Love it and it’s true.
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Feeling young inside is the best!
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That is true of everything!!
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Ah, Willow, I like you!
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🙂 likewise xx
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I feel like that some days. Very nice.
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Thanks, Dan. Don’t we all?
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me too! and i love this –
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Yeah! Thanks!
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Lovely words, Brenda. I can definitely relate to that.
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Some days my kids make me feel young, but often, it’s just the opposite. 🙂
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Brenda, what is it about snow and broken branches that instantly have me thinking of Robert Frost and suicide poems? Your poem conveys a lot.
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I needed to get across a high snowbank yesterday, and a complete stranger gave me a hand to hold. His coffee cup was steaming, and he had a smile of understanding on his face. Another woman was walking ever so slowly along the icy sidewalk, and she nodded approvingly at him. It’s moments like that when people show their true nature. Most of us are kind and caring. XOXO
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Gosh! I feel like that myself.
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All the best people do! LOL
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Reblogged this on Still Another Writer's Blog.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SO THIN—IT’S TWIGGY!!!!
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LOL
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How true.
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🙂
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You betcha, oh no, do I sound like Sara Palin????? Maybe I’ve been around too much snow……
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LOL I don’t imagine you and Sara Palin are that close. 🙂
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Beautiful 🍁🌾🍃🌻☺️
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Thank you!
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Its so sweet…yet I feel a sadness inside. Am I that broken branch? Good job!
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Thanks, Claudia. Don’t we all feel like that broken branch at times?
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