Sonnet for the Son of My Son

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My arms and legs lack discipline to dance
And mirror all the brightness of the day.
Though in my mind and heart I leap and fly,
This aging body only steps and sways.
Still, even being planted in this mud,
No lesser music plays, no lesser light
Glows through the simplest wing or quiet song –
Each gift shines like the stars of softest night.
Such spinning, soaring, peaceful happiness
Thus bypasses these slow limbs, these weak hands
And seeks its home in those external joys
And silent beauties Nature understands.
To this electric joy, this freshest song
Now sweet contentment and new joys belong.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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