Prosery is the challenge today, and we're to write prosery of 144 words or less using a line from "Spring Azures", a poem by Mary Oliver....Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so weary. My prosery is based on a true experience a number of years ago. Submitted January 18, 2021
I stand in the clearing of a grove of trees, surrounded by ancient headstones and grave markers. The silence is broken only by a faint breeze in the trees and the lowing of cattle nearby. After a long genealogical journey I have found this little pioneer cemetery near the banks of the Ohio. I put my hand on the warm and weathered stone that marks the grave of my fifth great grandmother. Mentally I name the generations from her life to mine…five generations of women, each with a story to tell. Sometimes, the great bones of my life feel so weary, and I’m reminded in their time they each must have felt the same, as the pages of time moved inexorably on. I was overwhelmed with the sense this is my place in time in the unending spiraling chain of DNA that makes us who we are.