Sonnet 500

One gold September God bestowed on earth
From out her mother’s warmth a treasure clear,
A precious joy of yet immeasured worth,
Love swaddled in soft robes of nascent cheer;
Tears stung my eyes that then began to stream,
Surfeit of hopes and dreams I held for her;
I swore to move the earth with might supreme
To every happiness her life ensure.
There like a flower she in beauty grew,
A peerless blossom washed in virtue’s rain
With all the confidence that faith imbues
And too, all deftness quite of brawn and brain.
With passing time, what wonder there to see
That she had grown to all I dreamt she’d be.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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