My brother died in 2012 of oral squamous cell cancer. He was 50. Our father died in January, 2019 of living a long, full life. One of my beloved pups died of old age one week after my father. For a still-unknown reason, I started to write sonnets.

My brother died a Friday; calm, serene;

A fine man, gone too soon, I miss him still.

His dog lay near his feet, a perfect scene.

His presence brought a calm, and always will.

My father died this Monday; proud upright;

He said good-bye, his rules in full effect.

Yet, he too bowed, to dimming of the light,

I loved him so, my heart ‘ere long be wrecked.

Our puppy died on Sunday; perky, quaint,

Fierce brave true. Floppy ears, a paddle-foot;

We held her and we cried, a mournful plaint.

Rend apart your heart, share love golden pure

It tears at your soul, doth the love endure.

  • David L. Stanley Jan. 2019
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DStan58 is a teacher, a writer, a dad, a voice-over actor and poet. He's a melanoma survivor and a pulmonary embolism survivor. He's bringing sonnets back,

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