Sonnet to My Parents
by Allie Boniface
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
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When young, I marveled at my hands and toes,
Stepped forth on cautious feet, one at a time,
Grew my hair long, or cut it, as I chose,
Determined that my face was solely mine.
But yesterday I saw my mother's smile,
A winking in the mirror as I passed.
My father's crinkled eyes stared back, and while
I stopped I heard my grandpa's gentle laugh.
Each day I look, and there! Another trace
Of mother, father, blended into one.
I gaze a doubtful moment - yes, my face,
And yet not mine - theirs too, newly begun.
That mirror - look, a window, and in sight
A mosaic of love: ten thousand tiles of light.
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| Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett |
3/7/2007 |
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| It is always an indeed pleasure to read such fine well written artistic worksuch as this. I admire your strength and ability to put this together so with that said just write on poet. |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
3/7/2007 |
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| A wonderful sonnet to your parents - and to life itself. |
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| Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry |
3/7/2007 |
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beautiful
thanks,
~D. |
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| Reviewed by Jeff Mason |
3/6/2007 |
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| Allie, the third line is a bit off the iambic pentameter, but I would grant you poetic license on that one. But... on the last line, you are two syllables too long. I think 'mosaic' is actually 3, so... if you drop the 'A' at the beginning of the last line, you can take poetic license on mosaic, and speak it's shortenend "mosa'c" - two-syllable form, then you have a virtual iambic pentameter. Sorry for being a stickler. Still, all in all, a beautiful tribute to the generations that make a family a "family." -- Jeff |
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