sonnet.

In grade 11 our English teacher, Mrs Sonnenberg had us each write a sonnet. It was a challenge, but I really liked it. I don't know where it's gone now; I probably don't have it anymore... but after 16 years I finally made another attempt. I still enjoy it. :) I wrote it for Kirby, as a Valentine. He likes it, too. I picked it because sonnets have 14 lines, and the day of love is the 14th... awww :)
I feel blessed to have words and language and poetry... It's a way for me to know what I feel and think; sometimes when I feel all muddled, I can talk (pity the listener :) -or write. When I do, it seems like I am untangling a big ball of wool from out of my head, through my hand and pen, and onto the paper in a line that makes sense. It's a relief when I can sort myself out like that. And it's a sweet pleasure to be able to express myself in a personal and meaningful way to my husband. I like knowing that what I gave him is one-of-a-kind, just from me to him.

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