Sisters On the Beach

Chauffeur drove us to the beach for a stroll to get some air, fun, sun and sand I remembered to carry my favorite red parasol so my fragile skin doesn’t burn orange Mary, my sister, went to her first ball last week She looked so forlorn every day since then Today,she opened her heart to speak as the waves hungrily licked the rock she sat on. I let the warm balmy sea breeze tousle my hair She disclosed the Count’s son had asked her to dance My sister, coming of age, exquisitely lovely and fair had lost her sole heart to the young man at once Next day, a bouquet of flowers, arrived for the Miss with an invitation to tour the Count’s estate Mary was worried whether and how to kiss if the occasion or her prince insisted on it The deep blue of the ocean ensnared my eyes Mary blushed and crumbled looking at the flowers while I thought would it be ladylike and wise to ask our ladies’ maid the proper way to kiss a guy. My chance to date will be in a couple of years I ask the rolling waves what to expect by then Surely, I think, some things must change gears “Kiss or no kiss”, should be discussed like our ensemble. Written 06/12/2016