To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey’d,Such seems your beauty still.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 104
I recognize myselfin the epigraphto your book of poemswide-eyedwishing to be rememberedas beautifullike you areGone more than twenty years nowwhile I am feelingpainfully mortalI was that girl tooattracting gazestaking literally the admonishmentWhat you gonna do just sit there and watch?Lately I’ve softenedlet gofallen into bedabandoning grudgesbecause somehowI know you(and Prince)would have wanted me toThe violets are up in the backyardtheir faces to morning sunI am thinking of youwishing for rain
I’ve completely lost my way in April, but this poem was prompted by Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads recognizing Shakespeare’s birthday.
Also, today the runaway sentence turns six years old! Thank you, gentle readers, for encouraging me in this space for all these years.