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| PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero |
*Tuesday's Child
Born on a Tuesday, Melody Grace Edwards was destined for great
things her mother proudly declared. As soon as she could walk she was signed up
to ballet classes. Her grandmother, herself a famous dancer, died soon after
she was born leaving Melody her dancing shoes and an exquisite case for use as a
future performance prop.
At her first public performance aged three, Melody excitedly took to the stage to showcase what she had learnt. It was then, with horror, that realisation set in. The child, an unmitigated disaster, lacked any grace or coordination. Swan Lake she was not.
At her first public performance aged three, Melody excitedly took to the stage to showcase what she had learnt. It was then, with horror, that realisation set in. The child, an unmitigated disaster, lacked any grace or coordination. Swan Lake she was not.
Hope you enjoyed this story
Bettina x
*Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.
With thanks to Rochelle for the picture prompt as always. If you wish to read more stories based on this prompt, click here .
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.
Dear Bettina,
ReplyDeleteParents should learn to let children be who they are. Cute story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Ha, nice story. I never believed that poem, I won't reveal which day I was born on!
ReplyDeleteAt least she came to that realization when Melody was three, not 23!
ReplyDeleteOops, that was a typo. Simply outstanding.
ReplyDeletePoor little girl, I hope she didn't have a broken heart when she learned she was a klutz :)
ReplyDeleteSome talents just aren't hereditary. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteThat's a lot of pressure to put on a three year old!
ReplyDeleteI hope they let her dance as long as she has fun doing it. Cute story, and grace is overrated. :)
ReplyDelete...and they all lived happily ever...oh! Great stuff
ReplyDeleteWell, she can always go into comedy. - Russell
ReplyDeleteOh my ... perhaps, another activity. But, if she enjoys dancing theres no harm in just letting her be.
ReplyDeleteFun take on the prompt.
Isadora 😎
Perhaps they forgot to spring forward--and it was really Wednesday?
ReplyDeletePoor child. I hope she finds what her true passion is.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, not living up to Tuesday's child expectations. Everyone has a talent though, it's just identifying it and realising it doesn't have to be the same as others in the family. Hopefully they'll allow her to blossom
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted and the poem does have some truth in it.
ReplyDeleteAh the weight of parental expectations. Sometimes it is good to be just plain and ordinary.
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