I love how easy this is to read -- the meter, the vocabulary, all of it. As a mother myself, though I did not have to wait and pray for it, I find that Sally's sense of the heaviness of the waiting child, the beauty of the light in the midst of much grey in the world, the hope of it all -- this resonates with me and takes me back to those days. A beautiful poem; thanks for offering it for us.
I didn't even notice the syllable count--as I also had not noticed it in the Frost poem. I don't read closely enough, it seems. Anyway, this is beautiful. It'll be in the new collection I guess?
I love how easy this is to read -- the meter, the vocabulary, all of it. As a mother myself, though I did not have to wait and pray for it, I find that Sally's sense of the heaviness of the waiting child, the beauty of the light in the midst of much grey in the world, the hope of it all -- this resonates with me and takes me back to those days. A beautiful poem; thanks for offering it for us.
I didn't even notice the syllable count--as I also had not noticed it in the Frost poem. I don't read closely enough, it seems. Anyway, this is beautiful. It'll be in the new collection I guess?
Lovely, as the swans themselves.