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
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