Sonnet for Paul’s First Birthday

By what strange magic is my voice thus taken
From me at the moment I aspire
To sing the loudest- by my songs forsaken
On the day they should be most inspired?
“Miracle” is just a word to many
Who use it for whatever’s not mundane,
An empty bit of cheap praise used for any
Good thing or what one can’t quickly explain.
But here’s a miracle that’s true and shines with
Such clarity of reason and of birth
That naming it true magic is in line with
The best true miracles we see on earth:
Such beauty and such love made manifest
In one sweet child, of miracles is the best.


About janemwoodman

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