Sonnet #221
Those rose red lips that I had kissed
her hair was silk up on my hand
those wondrous thighs put a picture in my eye
guaranteed I wouldn’t be going anywhere
then in May the dark shadow came our way
snatched up my lady fair
oh I cried with such pain inside
cursed God himself such was my despair
with every gray moon the pain it grew
heart broken bewildered and blue
came the sun from our little one
life again was breathed and renewed;
Memories he carries in his eyes
he exist and she does too
Clyde A. Wray
April 24, 2009
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