Ode To My Daughter's School Uniform

Your uniform is like unto a sonnet And you, a poem dressed in vest and skirt. How peaceful are the eyes that rest upon it Creative spirit framed in pressed white shirt. As birds that soar the heights on freedom's wing Require sturdy skeletons for strength, The poet, though confined, writes words that sing, Conformed to proper meter, rhyme, and length. What landscapes and still lifes the poet paints Rich words that cause her readers to rejoice, And all within the sonnet's strict constraints - She reaches deep within and finds her voice. Small freedoms may be sacrificed by you, But still your creativity shines through. Author's Note - written for my daughter on her first day of high school where school uniforms were mandatory, causing no small amount of chafing in her creative spirit!