Which reminds me - thanks for tea Andy!!
HALF LIFE
She paces her semi-detached bedroom, rocking her head back and forth.
Half her life, rocking; she's trodden a well worn path on her bedroom floor.
It started with country lanes, in another life; another half-life.
Hi Stan, you're welcome to come over any time, you know that.
ReplyDeleteWow, thanks for playing along with The American Sandwich game. This is a bit of a haunting piece, I can see her rocking her head back and forth in that room, a prisoner of her own making, perhaps.
-Andy
Thanks Andy; Perhaps you're right...Or is it old habits?? Imagine her out for long walks in the country, nodding her head to the beat from her ipod? Or was it a transistor radio with an ear plug?
ReplyDeleteStan this is amazing !! Loved it!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Winnie the poohi; The American Sandwich is a good way of delivering a thought and its development.
ReplyDeleteA tasty sandwich! I got to wondering how many lives and half lives she had.
ReplyDeleteThanks Carole; and how many halves make a whole?? It could add up!
ReplyDeleteI saw elderly woman reflecting on a full life!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Thanks Edward; Reflections of times, however short - pecious memories.
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