Farewell - A Sonnet
I would to you send farewell in a box
abstract in form and wrapped in loose capers
to easy release in unstrapping flocks
cyclones on cables and soil writ papers.
I would to you weave farewell on a loom
the warp and weft bereft of a pattern
muddled the fabric in torn threadbare bloom
for you to throw on a chair back - slattern.
I would to you hand farewell in a bowl
knowing that weaving and wrapping can't say
tommorow will come but not without toll
hoping clear broth would perhaps make you stay.
What can I gift to you, what can I cook,
to have you pause linger and longingly look?