Tale Weaver #262 – Carry – February 13th

Michael’s challenge this week is to think about what meaning/s you can come up with for the word “carry”.

We carry all sorts of things in a multitude of ways. Luggage, a load, groceries, a team member, a loved one when they are unwell and need us to carry them from one spot to another.

She had a secret. I know, because I told her.
In a moment of despair, I opened my heart and it all poured out.
All those years I kept it bottled up inside, a shame that became unbearable to carry.
And so I told.
She believed me instantly.
Never questioned it actually, and never shared it with anyone.
Unlike me, she carried it with her to the grave.
I was her secret you see.
I had found out she was my birth mother.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Tale Weaver #262 – Carry – February 13th

  1. Michael says:

    The world is full of such secrets Di….and some are never revealed….thanks for your contribution this week.

    • thanks Michael. This one is fiction on my part but truth for many.

      • Michael says:

        My ex had an aunt who in her 80s discovered her older sister was actually her mother.

      • A shock I should imagine at that age. A member of the darts team years ago (1980s) had a daughter who thought similarly because the grandparents brought her up, then in my last office job, my assistant celebrated her 21st with her 8 year old daughter and commented on how I accepted it without judgement. I told her why should I? She was a lovely child who had a loving mother.

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