Lady in waiting...
She sits and she fiddles
with her lovely iPhone...
Her back and forth fingers
kill all the 'alone'...
Sudoku and facebook
engage her just fine...
Games in bright bubbles
fill up her mind...
Laptop and paper
a book - big and thick...
Take their turn with her
then she gives them the flick...
Now is for living
the rest is unknown...
So she smiles in the moment
and hugs her iPhone...
Joy Weare,
13th August, 2010.
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