Sonnet 6 (For my Mother)
Some words are forged by love and love alone;
And what, you ask, can then give birth to these?
The mindless passion in a lover's moan?
Perchance the gratitude of granted pleas?
Then surely something godly, nay, divine?
For certainly devotion pure as this,
Must stem from God's own heavenly design;
Some faith bound version of an angel's kiss?
I beg to differ; why must everything
Sublime be of some high external force?
What of the warmth beneath a mother's wing;
Now there's a well one might call love's true source!
Indeed; for what is there of greater worth,
Than earthly love for she who gave you birth?
Sonnet by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-12-16 at 16:19
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