Hello readers! Today is my sister-in-law’s birthday so I crafted her a sonnet.
Happy Birthday, my dearest sister!
(A poem dedicated to Gardhen C. Raymundo-Claveria)
Shall I compare thee to a golden moon?
Thou art more glorious and radiant.
Even the gleaming stars croon,
When you gaze in an instant.
Shall I compare thee to an easterly wind?
Thou art more unfathomable and temperate,
blowing fairly from the bottomless rind,
enveloping your idiosyncratic fate.
Shall I compare thee to a flower?
Thou art more delicate and exquisite.
Even the bees made inimitably sober,
after sipping your sugary palate.
Shall I not compare thee to anything?
Thy beauty is ethereal and everlasting.
© Copyright 2017 Anabel Geneta-Raymundo