Her Secret Life, Easel Musings - Week 19 - non-challenge

She was lithe , tall, and beautiful

Dark hair cascading down her back

She was ever so majestic

but in her soul there was a lack

Of her own importance on this earth

She didn't know her purpose here

Thought her goal was to please everyone

She often shed a tear

By day she was a waitress

in a uniform prim and nice

A smile was what she needed

She had to pay that price

Then home to children waiting

And a husband often worn

Sometimes the thought occurred to her

Why was I ever born

It seemed no matter how hard she tried

to do everything there was to be done

no one was ever satisfied

the days were all humdrum

She had one little secret

that she kept just to herself

for at these times she was important

but she did it all in stealth

While everyone was sleeping

and the time flew swiftly by

She crept out of her home

to meet someone, always on the sly

There she stood on a pedestal

as the artist took up his brush

and looked at her form in adoration

his directions low and hushed

She was his favorite model

As she stood there tall and free

when he was ready he told her

Now please pose gracefully for me

Then with her lovely shoulders shining

with the black drape around her form

She released her fingers gripping it

and a Goddess there was born

Then with the daylights dawning

She dressed and hurried home

to begin the old routine again

her secret still unknown