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Getting Caught in an Elevator

My daughter who was then, just about seven.
The sun had just settled softlty in the Pacific.
We were in Ghiradelli Square, a joyful place,as is heaven.
Into an elevator we went so sparkling  clean and spiffy terrific!

It was an elevator with walls of shiniest metal.
I pressed the command button, to take us merrily down!
Alas, the brightly lit buttons, did not work as itheu should.
Its tall, chrome doors shut, but the elevatotr refused to move?
How I frowned!!

Aha! But not to fret, I was intelligent enough to recall….
And reassure sweet Elena, that I would find a way out.
With lightning speed, I recalled the phone on the wall.
And so I could call and smoothly we’d be safe and let out!

My heart filled with joy, to that phone, I hustled posthaste.
I prayed, oh, please, let some Angels be very near.
But finding out the panel was dead, my heart sunk to my waist!
Suddenly, a knock on the door, help had arrined, Elena and I 
gave three cheers!!

                    1/30/2024    

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Paige Hind February 24, 2024 at 3:32 PM What an interesting story- glad you're okay and your family, too

Regina Elliott January 31, 2024 at 2:11 PM Oh gosh, Pangie, at least Elena and you didn't wait long for help. I get a little claustrophobic on elevators. Always look down before you step into one, because sometimes they don't show up to the floor even though the light on the outside shows it did. If you feel suspicious about someone, don't get on. You've penned this poem so musically. Hugs xxooxx Panagiota Romios January 31, 2024 at 3:35 PM Hi Regina, thanks for theadvice! Will tell Elena, as she has more contavr with elevators than I do. For me, its one floor only stores and I dont go nearr malls. I do understand claustrophobia.Arg. online shopping is my thing. Escalators,….I dont favor either. Pangie xx

Paula Goldsmith January 31, 2024 at 10:12 AM I really enjoyed reading your wonderful write/picture. When I was young, I worked the elevator for the store. It had its ups/downs. Hahaha!!! Have a wonderful day writing away............. Panagiota Romios January 31, 2024 at 11:29 AM I love it Paula .your humor is exquisite. LOL +! I don’t like elevators without operators. Kids these days…will never have had the pleasure of knowing someone like you!! I do not like automation stealing jobs. I miss having that human touch. I loved gas staion workers, too,they were so kind! Thank you,Pangie xx

Hilda Greenhough January 31, 2024 at 12:20 AM You, at least, don't have claustrophobia. It created a fine poem with a story. You created an interesting poem from the scraps of a day. Many thanks for this read. And I'll take the stairs. Panagiota Romios January 31, 2024 at 1:23 AM Hi! I understand why you take the stairs. There is another one for you., I was on the escalator coming down at a San Jose Sharks hockey gamem What a splitterM any case halfway through the escalator came to the sun, and I almost went flying through the air on the ground, so I am more afraid of escalators than elevators, but that is Francisco scared me, I understand your fear, and I’m so glad you shared your experience. I have more that I will share later other objects.! Thank you dear friend. Good night. Hugs to you., Pangie xxx

Gershon Wolf January 30, 2024 at 8:07 PM Sinking feeling, isn't it? ... Now I get stuck on the stairs as well. lol. Panagiota Romios January 30, 2024 at 8:11 PM Actually, it was more like claustrophobia and the fear of being in a coffin. More like that. Oh, I know about the stairs. Now I have the spirit fear of going down the stairs I’ll fall. I get two old kid. It’s so silly.. I don’t want another broken pie. One was sufficient. Thank you.. I hope you had a good day….Pangie

David Fisher January 30, 2024 at 4:49 PM Nice poem about a fear probably most have in their deep recesses. Thanks for sharing and showing a clear head wins every time. Panagiota Romios January 30, 2024 at 6:20 PM David~iI appreciate our ongoing and growing friendship.. Being locked in an elevaror is an event,one never thinks about….until it happens .frightening. We seem to think we are in control ….till the uncontrollable stares in our face.)) a clear head is a necessity to have, throughout life. Being out of control is useless. Thank you, Pangie xx