Unanswered Prayers 🙏🏻: Reflections of Social Media

May 29, 2019

Unanswered Prayers: Reflections of Social Media

©️ NZain 🙂 Robotewske

Traffic. Was. Terrible.

By the time my carriage arrived at The Ball

Cocktails had been served

And all “The Besties” taken.

I watched as

Girls in taffeta, jockeyed

One another

For advantage—

One chance.

One prize.

But the Prince, already obviously quite intoxicated

With a certain seductress—so

Not this time. Not this year.

Ahh—not all was lost…

Me and four other late-to-the-ball-comers gathered together outside; in a manicured

garden, around an old

stone fountain—under a smiling


(I wish I could write the fragrance of every flower so you, dear reader, could understand-you will just have to take my word–it was a perfect evening.)

We each

In turn

Told one another our

Dreams and

Aspiration. Our

Fears and Hopes.



And after a while-

“Hey my feet hurt!”

“Mine too!”

And looking down-

Raising our skirts

Realizing each wore a pair of dainty glass slippers—entirely too small—we laughed.


We each

In turn—flung those shoes-of-illusion

Into the old stone fountain—thanking our fairy-godmothers

For unanswered prayers.

They were quietly and inconspicuously watching

From inside a near by gardenia bush–smiling to one another.

And just at that moment

At the eleventh hour

Several young butlers

(Might I add also quite charming in their tuxedos)

Appeared as if destiny–

On a low balcony

Upon hearing our giggles.

Our naked feet now quite green

Stained with pure joy and chlorophyll

They asked:

“Would any of you ladies care to dance with a few gentlemen?”

And they kicking off their shoes and rolling up their pant-legs

Joined us on the old manicured lawn, around the old stone fountain, under that old smiling moon…

How to describe the feeling-dancing barefoot in the soft grass? A thousand and eight words would bore you to tears and still not be enough to explain.

You simply must experience it for yourself.

But please. Just take my word. It was a perfect evening.

The solidarity of sisterhood was born on that evening. Five strong.

And as for the Prince?

Well, after the intoxicants climaxed to a crescendo of caterwauling and taffeta tearing—

We could only imagine what happened next. For we were each in turn all safely back home in our beds fast asleep before the clock struck midnight.

But we sure heard about it the next day.

Author: NZain


45 thoughts on “Unanswered Prayers 🙏🏻: Reflections of Social Media”

    1. You would like to be one of the butlers in my story dancing with a pretty lady, eh? Thanks for reading, Steve. 🙏🏻 and thank you. It feels a bit like I’m back in school. Ha! Watch out for spiders! 🙂

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  1. I could not in a thousand words explain how much and why I love this, you are going to have to take my word for it… 💕

    This is the most heartwarming story ever. The birth of sisterhood on that lawn…. sigh. I felt drawn into that scene and wished I were transported directly into it, barefooted on the lawn with those I can share every hope dream and failure with. Screw the prince (not literally), give me my girls!!! I love it how you have made a fairytale so relevant for our time now… and these lines:

    Our naked feet now quite green
    Stained with pure joy and chlorophyll

    How these made me smile!!! Magnificent!

    You’re the best 💕

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    1. Glad you felt drawn into it—I could hear your laughter as I was writing. This was a fun story to write. From the perspective of an old grandmother telling the story—and feeling so youthful again! Innocence. Thank you, dear Rachel for reading and for sharing your thoughts. 🙂

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      1. Funny, I’ve never heard you speak let alone laugh. Just my imagination inspired by your words and smiles, and the genuine feelings you express through your poetry and our interactions.
        I envisioned the feelings of pure joy shared with a group of women—and how attractive that would be to true gentleman. How friendly it could be—not mean-spirited competition—every girl has a fairy godmother—a sisterhood. And “five” is of course just a symbol—could be five could be a hundred girls.
        You can call me Ray if you want to 🙂 I like that name. ☀️

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      2. Oh Ray, this was truly such a beautiful thing to have read. As you’ve written about before, the relationship between women can be so strong and wonderful. Here’s to strong, supportive, and genuine sisterhood 💜💜

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  2. (I wish I could write the fragrance of every flower so you, dear reader, could understand-you will just have to take my word–it was a perfect evening.)

    I love that part! How it breaks the flow and brings this piece alive!

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    1. 🥰 Lovely! Well said. Yep. We are all in this together—and even though we are all the same—we all have our different roles to play—otherwise there would be no story.
      We are all struggling to overcome something. But it’s also the choices we makes that matter. These five women chose not to go in—when they saw the truth.
      Oh I’m glad you liked this. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.
      I so enjoy your writing 🙂

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  3. I get strong feelings of cinderella. I can close my eyes and feel myself laughing with those real people. Not ones without pain and fears and hurt. Ones who have experienced it all and still laugh. It’s better than the awful glass slipper anyways 😄

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    1. Hi Huguette—glad you liked it—and you felt you were there too! I too felt everyone’s energy in this—in the most delightful way.
      Yes, weekend is good. Stayed away from the computer yesterday all day. Today my fingers are itching to write. 🙂
      Also hoping you are well too🌻

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