Once upon a time,
I had a story
A story of a life.
The players: myself,
My three daughters,
And others, less significant.
In the beginning,
We had all we needed,
And most of what we wanted.
My elder two daughters
Belonged to this social life;
The youngest, my Belle,
Preferred her books and studies.
We enjoyed our happy life,
Me at work and the girls at play,
Until the one fateful event,
That which changed our lives:
The ruin of my business,
And our move to the cottage.
We then worked for our livings,
Mostly uncomplaining.
Belle was the stoic one,
Accepting her tasks without question.
There, too, we learned happiness,
A different sort from before.
It was a time of bonding,
And a time of change,
Change which again affected our lives
The day of my leaving
To perhaps find new work
Or to revive the old.