Girl Rising
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She felt the world turned upside down in apace,
When he left her suddenly with his sad goodbyes in her last embrace;
She was so weak to endure the pain of losing him,
She thought, her life will be useless,
In his absence, how else can she live?
He brought her into the altar a month ago,
The same date when he left her, even if she begged him so;
“Please don’t leave me babe, please? “ she cried
His warmth and tenderness was deeply felt in his touch and waning smiles.
He gently held her face… whispered all the words of his eternal love,
As he looked lovingly into her eyes,
Took his last breath and on her lap, he died.
She cried out and whined under the rain,
She was abruptly fallen into the dungeon of pain;
Thunder rumbled in confusion
As lightning tried to ease as much as it can,
Nothing happened;
Instead, she did no longer care.
She asked, “ Why’s life’s so cruel and so unfair?”
Why did such dreadful disease came and robbed him away from her?
Without any past sign that he’d a bitter pill
He suffered in few days and in just a short moment
The wave of euphoria’s great love came to an end.
She walked distraught toward the sunset,
She lamented so much of his death.
So miserable, she couldn’t sleep,
A long period of time that she languished;
All she’d wished was to follow him too soon,
Without thinking anymore the life in her womb.
Looking at her with pity and grief,
Her friends and love ones extended their hands to lift up her spirit;
It took time for her to stand again on her feet,
Until finally, she clasped them…
Yet, she roved her future,
Feeling alone in the prairie, she walked ahead.
An old rickety soul was gradually rising,
The love around her and their future child served as her riggings
As words of comfort kept pouring…driving her to resilience,
Looking up unto the sky for another sunrise…anticipating…
Hoping to begin her life again,
Until a complete restitution may happen.
Aug. 4, 2013 2.45 pm
Note:
A true story inspired by my mum’s old friend. She married on June 24 (June Bride) and her husband died exactly on the following month, July 24.I can’t remember the exact year. I was still very young at that time and the couples were very close to me. Their love story and the man’s apparition to me on the night after his death harbours forever.
Second Place
Contest: Girl Rising
Judged: 8/5/2013
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Len Gasun | Year Posted 2013
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