Posted Monday, July 14th, 2008
She wanted to marry a man who liked to dance the flamenco and she did, but he took lessons and she didn’t so he tells her he wants to sit this one out and they do until the music is gone and they are left holding hands in the silent moonlight.
She wanted to marry a man who liked to get down and dirty in the garden and she did, but he liked cymbidiums, and they don’t do well in the ground so they are put into clay pots and the yard is cemented over and when the blossoms wilt away, he buys her a paper rose from a street vendor.
She wanted to marry a man who liked to play with kids and she did, but on his “terms,” he says then shuffles off to watch football as she tucks theirs into bed; eventually, the kids move to the other side of the state so theirs can dance in fields of flowers; they send pictures, which he frames and gives to her as gifts.
She wanted to marry a man who’d sweep her off her feet and she did, he just didn’t come on a white horse; she always thought she wanted to ride off into the sunset with a painfully handsome prince who’d showered her with sweet-words of "For Ever After" but this one promised to keep it real.
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Posted by Donia Carey on Monday, July 14th, 2008 at 11:32 PM
Verrry nice, Judy. Interesting use of repetition makes for a distinctive style.
The story of a life written very succinctly.
Posted by Marie Shield [ email@example.com
] on Tuesday, July 15th, 2008 at 11:14 AM
You've captured a lifetime in such few words. Be careful what you wish for?
Posted by Mary Kaley on Thursday, October 16th, 2008 at 7:18 PM
Beautiful flash. You could be a poet.