Elegy for Eunice

Elegy for Eunice

Most who might have mourned her
have followed or preceded her to dust.
Those few who still do,
think of her less often every year.
It is only in the fleeting moments
when beauty she might have appreciated
crosses our vision
or a song she once favored is heard
that a sweet pang of missing her
stabs into our busyness
and we remember
how she guided our footsteps,
taught us a gentle way with animals,
prodded us to attain more
and let us go.
This is an elegy to one we have forgotten
too easily and too soon.
One that calls her back to mind,
restores her to her rightful place.

 

My mother’s given name was Eunice Lydia, but we only ever knew her as Pat.  For some reason,, in this elegy, I wanted to use her real name. No doubt she will wreak some revenge for this, so if things start going too wrong in my life, I will substitute her assumed name for the present title. The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write an elegy.

15 thoughts on “Elegy for Eunice

  1. samba2017

    I loved the stylish integrity that you weave into this poem. Thanks for sharing! I started writing poetry on a daily basis after I lost my Father to pancreatic cancer in 2016 so can relate to how your blog started and also to how it has developed. I am from the UK but live in Switzerland and have also lived in several different countries. Lovely to connect on WordPress! Sam 🙂

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