The fridge has emptied beyond rescue. Time for a restock well overdue. A few lonely eggs still nestle in their tray, contrasting prettily against the surrounding sterility.
Hi Tanuj. It wasn't meant to sound that serious, so thanks for pointing that out:)I suppose I was likening the fridge to the body of a 44 year old woman (me) in it's near-barrenness. Then again, that is quite sad on a personal level:/
I enjoyed this little piece, lots of thoughts... why did the chicken cross, dang I am hungry, I wonder how many eggs we have, life is but an egg, I wish I had a tray to nestle... Great read Jillian!
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it is a global recession :)
haha
i am sorry i guess my comment fails to do justice to the serious tone in the poem...
you have shown how some can find sadness in anything...
Hi Tanuj. It wasn't meant to sound that serious, so thanks for pointing that out:)I suppose I was likening the fridge to the body of a 44 year old woman (me) in it's near-barrenness. Then again, that is quite sad on a personal level:/
I enjoyed this little piece, lots of thoughts... why did the chicken cross, dang I am hungry, I wonder how many eggs we have, life is but an egg, I wish I had a tray to nestle... Great read Jillian!
Smiles!
A great analogy for a woman who's getting broody (so my wife tells me!)
Merry Christmas Jillian. Have a great holiday!!!
Peace and Love!!
((((((Jillian)))))
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