This is the day of the week that I usually post one of Pop’s letters. Today I’ve got to give it up to my daughter Serena, who was awarded first place by the Connecticut Authors and Publishers Association for their poetry contest. Here is the sonnet she submitted.
That look is clear and cold my dearest friend
And met with charm and wit by only I
Apparent now that this will be the end
But you alone shall suffer this goodbye.
I know the way this story soon will play
The ghost of pity lying in disdain
On you a look of apathy does stay.
Is it enough to act like there’s no pain?
Too soon you’ll wander back to me and plead
And claim mistakes and accidents were made
I’ll say that I agree but won’t concede
Your heart shall know the truth and start to fade
Your arms no longer home, your touch erased
But lucky love is easily replaced.
Tags: Serena's Poetry
