Love You,Mom

I simply know how my cords will quiver Eyes fill to the brim with warm gratitude Voice swell slightly heavy with unshed tears Its simply futile to say ‘I love you’ You would surely smell the tiniest speck Detect, hear the slightest little waver Feel the tightness in the back of my neck The soft subtle twinge in my demeanor I worry you would commence your crusade Negotiate, barter with the maker Praying and fasting long, I am afraid to return back the smile of your daughter. But— write her a sonnet, my heart whispers And meekly comply my servile fingers. Written 05/17/2016 Contest "Pen a sonnet on it" judged on 05/30/2016