Diana

Thou art my image (‘tis how I doth think)

Nay. Thou art more lovelier in every way.

I see thee in thy father's eye, a twink

That brings about his inner child to play.

And when in competition - stars display

Their dancing radiance for all to see,

Oh how they toil and fail in dull array

For naught shines brighter than the heart of thee.

Words fail miserably when I speak of you,

My love too deep for me to even try.

Though there be times, with quill in hand, I do,

Only to lay it down with knowing sigh.

Know always, wherever you surely be,

I’m your mother and will always love thee.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

How beautiful these words are Pauline. So much love for Diana in this lovely sonnet. A touching write dear friend.

Chris

[Pauline]

Ahh Chris, we mothers carry so many burdens at times don't we?xx

[Chris Shaw]

We do dear Pauline. A mother’s love is unconditional 💐

[Gideon X. A. Elson]

I don't know if I'm interpreting correctly but it seems this is written from a mother to a missing or deceased child... for could there be a greater pain for our hearts to feel, I hope this doesn't come from personal experience although it brilliant work. If it does condolences and also Bravo 👏

[Pauline]

Hello Gideon. I'm so sorry that I didn't respond to your comment 1year ago!
My daughter asked me to write something for her who was terminally ill. (That was five years ago.)
Many thanks for a lovely comment.
Pauline.

[Serendipity Planet]

I read it few days ago and loved it but now I understand more
The words are beautiful , the pain will still live with you but hopefully the words will give you some comfort and peace

[Pauline]

Many thanks for your lovely comment Planet.
Pauline.