I watch a morning robin swoop and soar—
My grandson died; now he is everywhere …
When young he wished to reach the further shore;
in laughter, raised his arms so high right there.
One night in March, wheels crashed on cruel cement.
Bless be all those who meet their Lord and face
to face converse with Him, their light unspent.
Young Prince, your life was brief, a touch of grace.
But still today, years gone, your song I hear;
the rumble of your boots lives on my stairway.
When I extend my arms, I see you clear
and in my dreams, I’ll see your smile, I dare say
But now you are an angel; high you drift.
So many sunbeams shining as your gift.
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Author Notes
I love sonnets, I read sonnets all the time; I lack, however, the rhyming gift or that special molecule in my brain. Whatever, I wanted to write a sonnet for Anthony. A Shakespearean Sonnet, no less, I always wanted the best for him.
This sonnet came to life because of the tremendous help from members of the Sonnet Class guided by Pantygynt and the following members: Marion, Katherine, Melissa, Lisa, and Jim.
Thank you, Susan F.M.T., for the beautiful photo.
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