Father’s Day Sonnet (second attempt)

Can human hands catch winds and hold them tight –
Or brush aside the heat of summer sun?
Can photographs contain the hawk in flight
Or confine Spring’s bright days all into one?
Can any tool we own sound oceans’ deep
Or count the waves that, loving, kiss the sand?
Have we a way to name sweetness of sleep
When labor’s so long we can hardly stand?
If no, then, how can I expect to sing
Of what a father’s love does for his son?
I could try every language, everything,
And still find no success, not even one.
This fine discomfort’s a delightful thing
That renders failure gentle, without sting.

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About janemwoodman

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