She was sweet sixteen when he met her,
she was the apple of his eye
and as soon as she was eighteen
he proposed and made her cry.
They had a long engagement
for their wedding to prepare,
She was twenty one when they married
and the weather was warm and fair.
They’d always wanted children,
to be a ‘proper’ family,
but nature wasn’t being kind,
for six years there was no pregnancy.
Then when she was twenty-seven
she suddenly seemed in full bloom
and when she had missed three cycles
they danced happily all round the room.
But alas their celebration soon turned to tragedy
for the pregnancy was ectopic
and she was never a mother to be.
(Copyright 2015, Colette B. The Wishing Well)
written in response to the picture prompt below for Shafali’s Creativity Carnival #5