Constance La France Poet Verse

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Written, June 10, 2025
For the International Contest, My Inner Voice Told Me
Sponsor, Anouchka Gangabissoon, Judged, 08/10/2025

Second Place

Submitted to the International Contest, 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 9

Sponsor, Mark Toney , Second Place

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My Always Inner Voice

I walked past headstones old and crumbling and others newer,
past decaying flowers and planted flowers and fake flowers:
while hidden birds sang me a symphony and squirrels scampered,
and then, I was standing at the family grave reading the names,
Mom had just died, dad, my sister and grandma were gone too;
just names engraved in cold stone for eternity, I stood weeping.

My secret inner voice was chattering, murmuring, whispering,
crying you need to go to the cemetery office, there is something:
there it told me, something you need to know, I was so confused,
leaving the rose bouquet I had brought, I retraced my steps,
at the office I gave my name and the plot number and said;
I would like the names of all buried there (where did that come from.)

Waiting as the lady checked, my subconcious was talking,
done with her search she told me the name of all I expected:
and then she said something I could not believe ... and the baby,
I heard myself ask, the date of death, and I thought I would faint ,
you see I gave birth as a teen on exactly that day years ago;
and had been told my baby boy had been adopted from the hospital.

I had to swallow my hurt and I asked her can I still engrave his name,
yes, she said, and we worked out the details and I paid for it;
we will call when done ... I left thinking why, why was I not told,
my mother never told me, even on her death bed she revealed nothing,
and what of my father, or my grandma, never a word did they say;
over the following days I talked with my concealed inner voice.

I wept tears and tried to imagine my baby boy in my arms again,
the same word echoing, repeating, why, why, why, why, why, why:
went back when the engraving was done, he had a name, he existed,
not some dirty secret, buried ... I have learnt overtime to forgive them;
though will never understand, but I believe in God and he told me to.

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CayCay Godwin August 25, 2025 at 7:34 PM Beautiful Constance, so very moving and worthy of high placement. Congratulations!!! Poetry hugs ... CayCay Constance La France August 26, 2025 at 6:48 AM CayCay, thank you for the compliment, comment and congratulations, blessings and hugs ~Constance

Susan Ashley August 24, 2025 at 9:18 AM Dear Constance, your tender poem is such a textured evocative verse and emotional introspection. When we don't know "why" we can wallow and suffer but the power of surrender and forgiveness sets us free, as your last two lines so poignantly express. The beauty of grief and sad revelations so beautifully captured by your poetic pen. Congratulations for your success in Mark's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Constance La France August 24, 2025 at 5:23 PM Susan, thankyou for beautiful comment, appreciate, and for the compliment and congratulations, I will never know the why as everyone who would know is dead, but it still haunts me though I have forgiven, blessings ~Constance

Andrea Dietrich August 22, 2025 at 4:20 PM This is so tragic and emotive. Congrats, Constance , on a superlative win Constance La France August 24, 2025 at 5:24 PM Andrea, thank you for your comment, compliment and congrats, I was so close to my mom, and still ask myself, why sometimes, though forgiven, blessings ~Constance

Lin Lane August 22, 2025 at 2:26 PM Our inner voice speaks when the need arises, but too often we ignore it. Your pain is told in such a way that you garner the interest and sympathy of your readers but also respect for the telling of such painful personal dealings. Thank you for sharing your hurt and heart, Constance. Get back in this race! Constance La France August 24, 2025 at 5:26 PM Lin, thank you for the lovely comment and compliment and encouragement, yes, Mark did not place me for about 3 contests, more why's ? blessings ~Constance

Mark Toney August 22, 2025 at 12:46 PM Constance, what an emotionally devastating experience! Thank you for sharing your heart with us. A Fav poem for me. Congratulations on your second place finish on Mile 9 of my 2025 Poetry Marathon Contest. Keep your running shoes on, because Mile 10 has already started. Constance La France August 24, 2025 at 5:27 PM Mark, thank you for the comment, compliment and FAV and for the congratulations, appreciate, blessings ~Constance