Prompted by Poet's Place Cafe

For My Granddaughter

For My Granddaughter

You can't ever give up, it's not allowed
your value far too precious to ignore.
The path ahead remains unploughed,
abandoned is your gentle life before.

Without preparing for the arduous climb
the journey has begun. It will be tough.
Right off, a boulder has appeared, no crime,
the trail you've chosen, barren, steep, and rough.

The first of many painful lessons stings
your heart. The ecstasy of love now pain.
I know you feel the ache of broken wings,
believing you will never love again.

Take time to see the beauty that is you.
Believe that you can start once more anew.
                    ~~Judi Van Gorder

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14 Lines -121 Words
Entered March 2o23 Round 89

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Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest   (E) A Contest for Metrical Rhyming Poetry. #2055137 by Brenpoet

Inspired by "Form of the week: English/Shakespearean Sonnet"  
Verse Form: Shakespearean Sonnet