* Poem about Elasty


When I was little, asking much,
to be convinced I had the touch
God gave to me an adult friend –
Elasty – for to apprehend.

I called him that. And now in me
again Elasty is set free.
He rules my eyelids so that sight
magnificent appear, as light.

Elasty is by God. Thank You,
My Lord, for making certain too!
And maybe I one day can say
Elasty forced the ill away.