All English Sonnets
On Receiving A Letter From My Teenaged Daughter
I thought that you were still my tiny doll,
I didn’t relate the passing time with you,
My parenthood was steeped in such a thrall,
I failed to notice life’s changing hue.
I noticed not your entry in your teens,
And failed to match my needs to my means,
And myriad occupations held the court,
And this is how? Time makes us play His sport.
But to-day when you write to me, I feel,
How grown up is my daughter and realize,
That if it had not happened, Time’s wheel
Would have make me look uncultured and unwise.
The Time has failed to stew my will to rhyme
Delusion and reality well in time.