He Wrote It For Me

One of my favorite poets here is Craig Cornish. He made me fall in love with the sonnet. :) He coached me in getting the meter right. It has become my favorite form to write in. This is a poem Craig wrote for me. I'm so honored! :) Menina que Passa for Eileen She saunters along the boardwalk more confident than in her youth, when young men would swoon and older men were wishing to be young again. She meanders next to the surf laughing at the sea's efforts to catch her toes in a rush of briny bubbles tickling the grains of sand hurry away. She strolls and as the sea eddies and pools in her footsteps like the memories that wash her mind tosses her hair face to the sun and embraces the day She wanders near the smooth stones polished by the relentless tides like days and years they come and are gone come and are gone but with each a blessing she ambles among those blessings with a flair and an aire she has that "Something" that "Je ne se qua" and she is beautiful Craig Cornish To me, a gift of words is one of the most treasured gifts I could ever receive. Thanks, Craig, for making me feel beautiful today. :) Hugs