A Painful Memory

A Painful  Memory elegy

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A quite and a peaceful dawn
Woke up with a yawn
Sang a gospel song
The phone rang for so long
With someone on the horn
Knew something was wrong

It was a news so bad
About the death of her dad
A Tear rolled down her eye
And her heart hoped for a lie
She stumbled on the ground
As the truth was profound
And She began to mourn
On a sad Sunday morn

She walked on the street lawn
With her aunt and pain along
As She walked through the pylon
Saw him where he doesn’t belong
Covered in flowers and throng

The sight of his smiling face
was of a humble musical ace
Peaceful and full of grace
Who Calmly ended the race
now in a cold glass case

Cried out her pain that night
Which She held in my heart so tight
As tears blurred her eyesight
Everything looked pale and white
In the dim moon light

He looked handsome in his suit
Which was blue with a black boot
His glasses, watch and chain constitute
To his beauty which was absolute
From the actions he chose to execute
Through his spiritual attribute

Sang for him with the choir steadfast
To honour the musical cast
Knowing it would be the last
Before it turns into the past
Remembered as a day aghast

Funeral was simple without a hitch
Coffin with ferns and roses so rich
Was carried by his students which
He wished to be done without a glitch

The service was beautiful
Filled With people dutiful
And students ever faithful
And many hearts grateful
And not a soul hateful

She watched standing on the ridge
Without a single eye twitch
As he was lowered into the six foot ditch
With ropes in a perfect pitch
In his allotted burial niche

A part of her was buried under the pave
Along with her dad in his grave
And there is no one so brave
To get her out or to save
From the pain and the guilt she craves
Which made her an eternal slave

His loss is not recoupable
He is not replaceable
It is not at all possible
To fill his place with a suitable
As his presence is incomparable

Her dad’s life is a history
Comprised of a great story
A great musician he’ll ever be
Her life can never be
The same without his melody
Left her to write a threnody

Her dad’s death is a tragedy
Which changed her life’s strategy
Leaving her heart with misery
Considered a painful memory

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An amazing poem

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Beautiful

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Touching…

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