#26

Elegy for My Angel

Her eyes dimmed as though the
Kerosene in her had lessened
and then the light left.

It was fall of 1994, the world was full of
change. The foliage was slowly losing its color;
The world, losing its Saint.

I had foreseen her departing, her wings in sight.
They had always been there, tucked away
by the teal of her housecoat.
They were not covered in feathers,
but by the selfless deeds she had completed.
Gracious smiles and tears of gratitude
glistened amongst her back.

I would see the pain leave her face, her genuine smile returning.
The pain that had always been there, tucked away
by the lightheartedness of her laughter.
Her truth, eventually exposed by the deterioration of her own
gritted smile.
Without pain her smile would return to
its brilliant innocence.

But it didn't seem fair.

She would have given the world everything
she had. She would have given the blue of her own eyes.
She was beautiful in blue.
She was beautiful in anything.

The same world that she loved so much, expelled her love.

She loved her Gardenias, planted there near the porch.
She loved Jesus and the hymns that were sung on Wednesday.
She loved sweet tea.
She loved me, and I her.

But now she flies.

This is the elegy that I wrote this week. As always any suggestions are wanted and appreciated. :)