I wrote this over a year ago, before I learned to write a sonnet...
so it flows, naturally, with no counting- was about a loss...many years ago. "Why Are You So Silent, Jackleen?" While she is sleeping and snuggling with me, I hold her tiny, warm feet to my breast. No baby noise do I hear as she breathes, No sound is heard as my rocker did rest. Like a fading... Sign in to see full entry.