Spending time here in California with my parents (mom is 86 and dad is 97), has made me reflect on how the personal privacy that we take for granted as Americans erodes as we get older until ultimately it slips away entirely. Doors get removed from their hinges. Others keep track of all our bodily functions. In the end we only get to be alone in our dreams.
becomes mundane, stretching our
May 16, 2009
For other wonderful poems on this prompt see One Single Impression.
My apologies to everyone, my parents' ancient computer (I've decided that 1 year in computer life is equal to 10 years in human life, so this computer is 100 years old -ha,ha!) keeps locking up every time I try to write comments on other people's blogs. I've been reading everyone's poems and they are wonderful, I just can't get the computer to stay focused long enough to post comments!