Wednesday, January 13, 2021
Sarah, Lovely And Loving
Sarah, lovely and loving, offered
her hand, a simple hand, nothing
more. If her hand had held flowers,
or money, or food, I would smiling
have grasped it. Instead it was only
her white hand, pulsing with life.
Sarah took the moral high ground,
and left me sloshing in the swamp,
soon to realize the cost of love
to those, like her, who give and give
beyond the needs of the moment
toward some larger goal of kindness,
patience and fulfillment for all.
But she turns back and sees me floundering.
That pure hand is tarnished rescuing me
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This sonnet was intended as an exercise in iambic meter but it became much more