Annael Posted January 5, 2003 Report Posted January 5, 2003 With a sigh and a lifting of the wrinkled hand she corrected her hair. Slowly getting up from her chair she walked over to the window and glanced at the world below. Another sigh and a slight shake of her head is all that she had to say about what she saw before her. What happened to the world she knew? Where people liked you for who you were not the clothes that you wore. Where 25 cents would get you into the movies with a drink and a bag of popcorn now, it's a phone call. Using the headboard as an aid she made her way back to her chair and sat down to wait. Today her grandchildren were coming to tell her of how their week was and for her to tell stories to. She let her head fall back gently against the chair the rocking bringing her to sleep one she would not wake up from. She was found 2 weeks later when the landlord realised that he could not hear her moving around. He took a moment to look around at the pictures of her grandchildren and the shawl she held so dear. "It's sad," he thought to himself that her grandchildren never came "but then again, that new movie was released..."
Justin Silverblade Posted January 6, 2003 Report Posted January 6, 2003 The work is sound and the poem is sad. Good work, please keep it up (as if you need the encouragement. ) - Justin
Guest Blondemoon Posted January 6, 2003 Report Posted January 6, 2003 Very nice, even though very sad. Sadder to think of how often that probably happens.
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