Spilt Milk

She was taught to grin and bear it.

At least to bear it. Head turned in

another direction, she surveyed

a new landscape. Speechless, she

was without words.  But she could

not yet wipe up the milk.

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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