A  Sonnet For Katrina,  11 

                               

         

          How long from now will bloom my bud of spring,

      That I be pleased as well as be dismayed?

      To free a birdie that in my fold preferring,

      To be sheltered well, all childhood fears allayed.

      Alas do I count each day, each hour, each minute,

      And meekly bear the sting that such a loss endureth.

      For when it comes must I be strong enough to face it,

      Disdain not the silken petals that blossoming maketh?

      Often scold I myself for my manic outpourings,

      That only bring on her elfin face, a frown

      Mindful not of her silent implorings

      That she suffers the brunt when I let her down.

           'Tis time for me to give all my active loving,

            To my dear katrina, for time's swiftly going.

                                                                                       ALV,8/25/87

 

                                           next poem : Giving Birth

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                    or   Read an essay on Katrina- my eldest daughter,

               in my book ONE LIFE's BOUQUET