Eileen Manassian Poet Prose

Banquet Blues- Part Ii

Yet, there at the table…I couldn't help but sway and dance in my seat. Yes, dance while throwing my black mane out behind me, my arms moving in sync with the beat.  My students looked at me and smiled, surprised to see this "crazy" side of me.  I smiled, mouthing the words of the songs and blowing kisses. If only they knew that I had been a beauty too. 

       Thankfully, Lina had to leave early. She had two young boys waiting at home. I tried to avoid all the picture taking, so I walked on ahead of her, trying very hard not to dance to the music that was filling the hall, but it was not to be. My students wouldn't let me go. “Dance,” they pleaded….and I did! As they gathered around, I did a few of “my moves”…smiling and feeling exhilarated…free. They loved it. I loved it. A moment of youth...captured, seized, lived....

       Nobody saw me in the car on the way home, fighting to hold back the tears. Not wanting Lina to know I was about to cry, I turned to look out the window. Now, finally, here I am at home, pouring my heart out to you. Where is the woman I used to be? Where is that beautiful sultry me? I want to recapture who I was…beautiful, slim, vibrant, gregarious, lively, passionate, fun loving…I want to be free! I want to be ME!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Richard D Seal October 13, 2013 at 5:50 PM We all have to say goodbye to our youth eventually Eileen, sometimes it's not easy but it's not the end of the world, There's a whole new life out there waiting to be lived and if you're not still all those things you say you want to recapture, you've done a pretty good job of fooling us. Take care, Richard

Honestly J.T. October 13, 2013 at 1:55 AM Your beauty has not faded. Own it. Good poem Eileen Manassian October 13, 2013 at 2:05 PM Justice...music to my ears, sunshine to my soul....Thank you!

Richard Lamoureux October 12, 2013 at 11:58 PM Based on the description of the evening I would say she is alive and well. It is sad you don't still see yourself that way. You have no lack of sex appeal Eileen, it flows from every fibre of your being. Eileen Manassian October 13, 2013 at 2:04 PM Your post I will treasure, Richard. Thank you kindly for trying to lift my spirit. It will take a while to get over this hurdle, but....I must try.