Reunion (1) Sonnet

quick pain, unknowing
of love, your small form--
your keen haunting,
my bright soundness worn.
blessed gift, i
longing your cry,
stop loving the lie
buying your life;
stop loathing the spring,
green and unstained,
by my neverending
child ungained.
this life unspared, next
i'll hold you to my breast.


((c) TLPatten, 1996, all rights reserved)