Sunday, February 22, 2009

Sonnet for Adele

She shines. Bright orb, on khaki cradle rests,
While flaxen waves crash on her templed shores.
The glow of words illumes her gentle chest,
She brushes webs away from learning stores.
Her gullied brow betrays absorption true:
The newfound shine of independent thought.
Noise—faded—as descends a silent dew;
She reads, and so becomes her lot.
She grasps: leftover toddler hands alight
On pages teeming, pictureless, for dreams;
And so becomes our legacy tonight--
She joins literate ranks: while peering, gleams.
Apple-skin lips at rest, the words inside,
The world is still, the weightless tome alive.

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