Friday, June 24, 2011

A Sonnet for My Father


A Sonnet for My Father

My love for thee is preserve’d even still
That thee are no more matters not my heart
Your love built strength, dignitas instill’d
Mind mine is full of your smile sublime
Freely given form of love, of virtue
With wide open eyes your voice I hear
Laughter fills thoughts that once fill’d our home
That mirth still resounds, it comforts even now
Tears at times I shed, reason not without
For long gone you are but past cure am I
But the gifts many you laid at my feet
Joy, compassion, honor are but a few:
   Resilience inherent keeps me afloat
   Thee who taught love, Father’s Day I devote.

J. Aquila © 16June2011

Non-fiction

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