Did we know each other in another place and time
Procreating was not my dream and now a second child
Tender moments to have missed would surely be a crime
An immediate love connection with this infant gentle and mild
Second babe in line of birth, cannot help but hover
While tending and nurturing and learning skills anew
Often doing double shift so there's hardly rest for mother
Wooing each mindfully so they both would get their due
Now they've all grown up, I'm happy I can say
Thank you God every day, now on to being grammy
Happy in lives they chose, off on their merry way
Ridding us of clinging ties, of which they were quite sundry
Through the common thread of love we still get along
Memories of our family times linger and keep us strong
Sweet Sonnetland
Show me the way to Sonnetland, by land or sea or beast
My dreaming heart will rest, when I hear the flowers speak
I'll take you with me in my heart so you could share the feast
Cupids bow points the words to lips and tongue and beak
Sonnetland, sweet sonnetland, let me slumber to your tanka
Leaves are words and trees are books of lyric poetry
Lay and listen to a ballad, in breath to breath sestina
I close my eyes, and fantasize, like an acrostic fun movie
Thoughts of being there can bring a soul to peace
I dream and wonder about things that no one ever sees
And hear a sonnet blowing in a gentle cooling breeze
Pretty words of love humming through the words of trees
Drink in the verbs, straight from the stars aglow
That tells the myth of Sonnetland, with sonnet's words aflow
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