Innocent Caroline

My favorite day would be summertime, wandering through our back yard dressed in the finest lace daddy’s princess smelling of freshly picked lavender swaying with the trees, Sweet Caroline. Morning brings with it the fragrant pine, before the sun could lift me I would think about the day’s events packed to the rafter an early walk would serve me, I smile. I’d rise to sunshine, peering through the corner of my curtains fanning gently onto my face the promise of a hot sultry day to entertain, Daddy’s little Caroline. The ladies gathered at breakfast time, elegantly dressed they frame cupcakes and finger tarts on display while batting their colourful eyes signalling the time at nine. My face feels flushed, looking across the hall way mirror I notice a few errand strands locking into my eyes, I stand to smooth them and capture the roomy hush. I regret not having the wine, Every eye in the room darts towards me as if called to observe the hasty move, the first signs of a crush, for sweet Caroline. Handsome men stand aligned, matches made and missed they brood together as much as I try to distance they lean closer smelling of soap and sandalwood, All in their prime. The umbrella in my hand a shrine, calling to every man in town for proposal, daddy’s invitations to wed rocking sweet Caroline.