Sonnet - “Little Song”

by Sherry O

Though faltered speech betrays the trust,
That you will listen and accept my heart,
Or perceive in the pulse behind its thrust,
The intent it stammers to impart,
And what strength it takes to dissect
The meaning from a lifetime spent - afraid to speak,
For this sensitive soul still yearns to connect,
But sharp edged words have spliced too deep,
More safe then, to carefully sketch and try
With soft lines to express each small gift of choice,
To come to a place - to one day imply
On your ear; the shape that will become my voice,
That if patiently tuned to my attempts to learn and be clear,
Will return in pure song the compassion you’ll hear.