Sonnet 109 To Tai-Ana on Christmas Day 2006
A distance to traverse, a range too far,
leaves us apart twelve hundred empty miles
while I in warmth await your calls that are
my universe, your laughter, tears and smiles.
Through all these lonely days, familiar sights,
I wait each morning for your faithful call
each afternoon and later – your good nights
while watching us in pictures on the wall.
I ponder often how this life must change
to grant your wish for family still intact
but cannot find a way we could arrange
a life with all without the love it lacked.
For now there is no more that I can do
except to call, to write, and think of you.
Sonnet by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2006-12-25 at 21:56
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