Sonnet 37

To Sonja, Mary, and Kevin

by Thomas Davis

The genius in our children blesses us,
their energy in teaching, art, and poetry
transforming who we are, their lives a trust
born from the hymn of life, the sea
of possibilities, and trails that free
the spirit, leading to a forest made of light
that livens thoughts into a garden fantasy
of flowers blooming selves for our delight
at breathing who we are, the fahrenheit
of humans seeking out the truth of dreams.
Our children are our lives, a vein so bright
inside our spirits that their independence gleams
a pathway as we walk past all the streams

that act as barriers against the life we’d lead
if living stopped producing endless needs.

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17 responses to “Sonnet 37

  1. sonjabingen

    Dad,

    I hope your surgery goes well on Wednesday. I am praying. Keep your spirit positive.

    Love,
    Sonja

  2. “. . . a pathway as we walk past all the streams.” Great line.

  3. Hi Thomas

    This is a beautiful sonnet and a great tribute to our children everywhere.

    It seems you are about to have surgery. I hope all goes well for you and look forward to your return here on WP very soon.
    Christine

  4. Beautifully said… yes, I feel the same way!

  5. dfb

    This is wonderful, Thomas, a great flow of beauty and tribute.

  6. Caddo Veil

    Dearest Thomas,

    May I add my prayers to everyone closest to you, that God will guide the surgeon’s hand to do His healing work, and that your recovery will be quick and full of comfort, peace and renewed joy of health complete. You are so loved by many–even strangers such as I, who miss you when you’re away temporarily.

    You know how much I love your sonnets–they bring tears to the surface of my heart. I wish I had known such depth of parental love–perhaps it was only that they were not poets. But I thank you and Ethel for sharing with the “orphans” here–

    God bless you, Caddo

  7. As a child I am glad that I mean that much to my family.
    Parental love is an oft used topic. but you added something brand new!
    Andrea

  8. A beautiful tribute to your children, Thomas – and to all the children of the world. Let me add my thoughts and prayers to those of others – Caddo said it so beautifully. I hope all goes smoothly and that you heal quickly. The presence of both you and Ethel here on WP is like the shining of the sun!

  9. We do live on in our children. Loved your poem.

  10. A well written sonnet as usual and great sentiments.

  11. “the fahrenheit
    of humans seeking out the truth of dreams.”

    Beautiful.

    My best wishes too for your surgery.
    My thoughts will be with you

    David

  12. So beautiful; such craftsmanship and truth from a poet at the height of his powers. Your sonnets are like dragonflies; lustrous and brilliant, quick and agile, yet with a delicacy that makes them truly magical. This poece is, as ever, a metrical triumph and a joy to read. N.

  13. Oona Hays

    …their lives a trust born from the hymn of life… so wonderful. I love reading your poems. There is a gentle grace in this one.

  14. My favorite part of this poem, all of which I enjoyed very much, is this:
    “a vein so bright
    inside our spirits that their independence gleams
    a pathway as we walk past all the streams”

    for this is truly how my own children’s lives affect my life!
    Bless you for another wonderful poetic capture of some of life’s essentials!

  15. Anna Mark

    What a beautiful sonnet about how children transform who we are, and how true. I love these lines at the end:
    Our children are our lives, a vein so bright
    inside our spirits that their independence gleams
    a pathway as we walk past all the streams

    that act as barriers against the life we’d lead
    if living stopped producing endless needs

    …Are you pointing to the way that having children is an endless chore, even if entered into with joy, their needs are endless? I have wondered what the stream of my life would be if they were not in my life, if the endless needs weren’t there. But how are the streams barriers against the life we’d lead?
    Another inspiring poem.

    • Anna, I hope what I was saying that the independence of our children as they grow is a pathway that we can walk to pass the barriers against the life we’d lead if living would only stop producing endless needs that we have to negotiate. I hope I said that, but using poetry, not prose.

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