When Nancy walks no more

She walks up and down the hall 24 hours a day, if at all possible (like the restless me that cross perilous seas). She smiles as she trembles and talks about distant pasts that in her head abound. So when nature finally mercilessly strikes, in her lonely bed, Nancy peacefully lies. (Perhaps thinking of the walks she's now denied?) October 30 is the last of Nancy And she walks no more with me. I will surely miss her smile and stories I wonder if she's crossing some unknown seas? Jamison/10/30/2010