My son, I love you more than words could say.
Judged I the wish for an obedient child,
So long, you’d need but me to meet your day.
My trickster boy with temperament as mild
As green forests with gnomes hiding in trees.
Your elven face with a mischievous grin
Grown to command and love all breathing things.
You run and jump and climb amidst the din
Of dinos and the dirt of trees and rocks.
You’re mad because you’re not the only one.
I’m occupied with things outside our talks.
You think that hurts and words undo the sun.
And I rethink my thoughts of yesterday,
As we both learn a different way together.
This post was inspired by a fabulous Freshly Pressed post How To Write a Sonnet. I needed a break from NaNoWriMo. The featured image is White House at Night by Vincent Van Gogh painted in 1890. You can find the original at the Hermitage in St. Petersburg, Russia. The work of Van Gogh (1853-1890) is in the public domain.