She had tears in her eyes as she watched him getting ready
He was such a handsome boy
Smart & strong, athletic
Graceful, yet rough & ready
She loved his pale blue eyes
And the soul that she saw behind them
His sandy blonde hair that slightly curled
It was hard not to think he was a prize
As she looked at him she recalled that Spring Break
Myrtle Beach had been so much fun
Absently she let her mind drift back
To that week in late March and the fateful clambake
The first time she caught sight of him
She knew he was to be the one
He was with a group of friends, laughing
Tanned and toned but not like he lived in a gym
Slowly, purposefully, she worked her way closer
'til she was able to get into his line of sight
When he looked at her she thought she'd melt
Vividly she recalled willing him to come over
When he broke away from his friends and did just that
She was surprised but remained calm
He introduced himself and held out his hand
She told him her name and they started to chat
The chemistry was instant, he was so easy to talk to
She waited twenty minutes to accidently brush up against him
He responded just as she had expected
As the sun went down they held hands taking in the view
That week went by so fast and wonderfully
Spending everyday and night together as young lovers do
When it was time to leave they promised to call and write
But she knew for herself it would have to end completely
She had planned to meet a smart boy she could enchant
And she did just as she planned
She also promised herself that the only thing she was returning with
Were fond memories and the hope of being as the French say, enceinte
It was difficult to throw away the address and phone number
But she did not want to further complicate her decision
The plan had worked and she was prepared to face the consequences
Alone but for a few friends and her sister
When the baby arrived healthy she knew she had done right
Though it was a challenge everyday and sometimes she wished
That he would be able to meet his father at least once
She doubted that boy would even remember the night
When the day came that he finally asked
The lie she had practiced for years was finally spoken
Your father was a sailor who was lost at sea
Said with a finality and sadness that closed the door on her past
Standing in her boy's room as he packed to leave for college
She brought her thoughts back to the present
He was the spitting image of his father as she remembered him
She dried her eyes and smiled melancholic
*I wrote this entire dealio just to use the French word "enceinte" in a sentence
**I've received a number of emails asking if this was based on a real life incident (in one email I was told by the sender that this closely parallels his own life, as he was born to an unwed mother who eventually revealed to him that he was a planned pregnancy by her, but not by the man who got her pregnant, and that he never met his father until he was in his thirties via 23&Me).
To clarify, there are elements of this dealio that are based on some real life experiences I've been told about, but not on anything I personally experienced or was party to.
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