Behind the washed out washing
On the worn out old clothes line
The woman sits with her morning coffee.
It’s hot today, so she doesn’t bother
Dressing in any other way than to be cool.
Mornings allow her to remember,
Reminiscing is all she has now.
Children, grown and moved away
Husband left her for she was unlovable,
A crone and a bitch deserving of nothing.
After years of hearing it, she accepts her reality.
Last week she heard from one child
The artist boy was in Paris, doing well he said
She smiled at the news, and now she recalls
Paris when she was younger,
the Ballet School of the Opéra national de Paris
Where she spent ten years before marrying the man
Who fathered her children and promised so much.
She wonders what course her life may have taken
Had she ignored his advances and not been so needy.
The beauty of hindsight she knows is wondering
What might have been?
Her lithe body is now spent,
Who would believe she was once prima ballerina material?
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/11/19/sunday-writing-prompt-229-collage-37/
Morpethroad 
Great stuff Michael.
Thank you Di..
🙂 Most welcome. I liked your interpretation.
A sad tale, Michael. If only she had “not been so needy.” Nicely written. 🙂
Thanks Olga for stopping by….we all having failing we can recognise in later life..
So true!
That part about her husband leaving her because she was unloveable and the resignation so heart-wrenching
You hear it often enough you start to believe it….
so true and so sad
That is a hard choice… to be public or private – sometimes, most often really we cannot be both.
I like how you addressed each photo. 🙂
Thanks Jules..
It is not easy to make sense out of all of those panels and you did a wonderful job Michael.
Thanks so much Jim appreciate your comment
Needs override another, and reemerge later as regret. We really need to tickmark all boxes, before we reach an irreversible decision about anything,