A Sonnet for Linda
by Gerard J. Surprenant
If time would still itself a day or so,
A day would seem eternal and would bear
A deep abiding love in heart and soul to go
On wings of faithfulness to one with care.
If time stood still and held for ‘least an hour,
That hour would clutch a life of joyousness.
An endearing time in blossom, as a flower
With petals reaching out in gentleness.
But time, it’s said, stands still for not a one
Is constant, ever fleeing ever fleeting.
A wheel a-roll, a river a-flow, and never done.
Eternal heart, an ever constant beating.
What time there is, I pray you feel it too,
And wish that time also be still for you.