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