An old woman sits by her
window with elbows planted
firmly on the sill. Sharp
pointy things, frowning
disdainfully upon the
people below. She nurses
curses sifting and shifting
over a tongue of hemlock
pushing the sourness through
thin lips. “In my day society
had rules. We couldn’t do
any damn thing we pleased.”
Dust swirls just beyond her
shoulder as the window slams
shut, disturbing old memories
still sticky with regret.
6 comments:
"Old memories still sticky with regret," is such a great thought.
And you know what, she's right. There was a code back then. I miss that.
P.S. you might like my post today!
Jannie
Nice. Just returned home...am wondering how things are going down there now that a few weeks have passed.
This a wonderfully observed scene. (whether "in vivo" or mentally visited)
I often wonder, and perhaps know,
many an old woman and man are so
bitter about the freedom, people
possess these days, to live life as
they dream. I worked with one woman
who was so angry at many young women who work, barely able to hide
the glaring as they picked up their
children, and even worse when the
father would pick the children up,
she actually felt the father was
doing it all!
Such a wonderful interaction with what this elderly woman is experiencing from within and without.
Hey June, things are getting back to normal. There are still a few places without power, but they should have it on this week.
The debris in the neighborhood is finally getting picked up.
The Galveston area is going to take some time. So much destruction!
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