A Sonnet for my Niece
She should have outgrown it— she’s four— long ago
it can only stretch from her toes to torso.
But, as kids we have trouble letting things go
why it still makes her shine all aglow? I don’t know.
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The Woman of the Inn – A Sonnet
We met an age ago amidst a storm. Her inn shone like a beacon in the night. I longed for some relief, for some place warm. The storm would pass … Continue reading The Woman of the Inn – A Sonnet
