GRACEFUL (sonnet)

GRACEful  (Sonnet by BYRON STAGE)

From the well of thy mother’s womb,

Thou was fetched with careful hands;

Raised thru thorns and garden lands,

Til thou ripened into womanhood.

From the scars of thy lovers wounds,

Thou hast struck Life’s hostile strands

And braced us men as evil brands;

Yet, in love’s nest you still dream at noon.

Thou hast been strong with a graceful heart;

From cast stones hast thou made steppin’ stones,

And wounded scars into creative art.

With pure smiles outside comfort zones,

I see you dance into a painless act,

Cos Life sparkles on you, like bright light on pretty stones.



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