The A L'Arora, a form created by Laura Lamarca consists of eight lined stanzas. The rhyme scheme is a, b, c, d, e, f, g, f with no syllable count per line and the minimum length for the poem is 4 stanzas with no maximum length stipulation
Decades ago in the full bloom of youth
she gave birth to a child
a son, brown eyed and fair
melancholy by nature
He needed something more
a different kind of care
Not understanding she
was filled with despair
They were alone in the world
and she struggled to provide
the rent for their roof, the money for care
But he wanted her, no the kindly other.
She held him tightly
whenever she could
but this compromise she offered
came to no good
His father had means and much more
She begged him to help her
She feared for their son
He offered a solution with considerable craft
A stay-at-home aunt
willing to play her part
and welcome this toddler
with his broken heart
She forbade tears, angst and fears
when the decision had to be made
The father arrived with a missile in hand
she must sign away contact or no deal
"They" thought her resolute
they thought "beyond caring"
Not one understood
the remorse she was bearing
Each year on his birthday, she searched in vain
Her children called this her obsession
they grew weary of her quest
So she made it in hiding, to no avail.
How could he disappear
never to be found
Lost in the mists
like a ship run aground
After six decades of searching
came a DNA swath, it
presented a granddaughter, the offspring
of her son long lost
He wanted no part of this mother long gone
no upset to a life lived without her at hand
This, she, with true sorrow,
could well understand
Ellecee
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this made me cry
ReplyDeleteThis is heartwrenchingly beautiful, Linda!💘
ReplyDeleteOne of the saddest of stories, and no pain can run deeper than that of a mother who loses her child. Sigh. Heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteThis is hard, Ellecee. It had to be hard writing of such circumstances.
ReplyDeleteNice work on the form.
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Your poem touched me deeply and made me cry.
ReplyDeleteA sad story indeed.
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