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