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07/17/24

E - Form  Elegy

Fourth Place

Contest by Constance La  France 

My Angel

   ' Angel does not appear from heaven but comes to rescue in guise of stranger or associate 
     lending a helping hand.'.    ....Poet.

    When my older daughter got established abroad,
                younger one left for higher studies.
                At that stage
            worst critical situations arose blocking my journey of life,
            My  friend’s brother stood beside like an angel.
                           He protected me acting as a strong shield
                     behaving like my own brother lending a helping hand
                          Both daughters were far away from me.
                  He turned my own sibling snatching full affection.

                 Owning theater-group he was an amateur actor.
                  Local auditorium was booked for whole week show.
               He valued my comments as a precious advisor and offered
                  me season ticket for all the scheduled shows.
                    On the last evening I reached the auditorium.
                     It was completely closed without any trace of light.

                     I was not informed of sudden change of the programme 
                      Gate -Keeper declared’ At late night he  passed away 
                         on massive heart attack'.

                        It seemed to me I could collapse and almost to faint.
                         Just last evening, I watched his cheerful comedy.
             His apartment was only ten minutes walking from my house.
                  About this  terrible tragedy none informed me.
                            I rushed to meet his ninety years old mother.
                                He was the youngest and most lovable son.
                          Heart attack syndrome was detected last night.
                              Doctor failed, nothing worked.

                               Ten years old son and young wife were left behind.
                           My Angel appeared when I was extremely distressed.
                     Now he stays alive in my mind only to mourn  :
                           No solace , so hard to accept, he is no more.
                        Colors of my life had been  erased displaying
                               dull pale torn canvas.
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La France Avatar
August 7, 2024 at 1:47 PM
Anisha, congratulations on your win in my contest with your sad elegy poem, well done, Constance
Meadows Avatar
July 17, 2024 at 12:42 AM
A sad poem and lovely tribute. It is difficult to loose the people we are close to.
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