Summery Sonnet

Grape juice in the ice trays, frozen bits of violet gold.

They would freeze faster if I could keep the freezer shut.

My Dad made them just for us, and my lack of patience, I simply can not control.

Right now he seems older to me, as I watch him in the chair; eyes closed, boots off, needing a haircut.

He was once young too, I have to remember that.

He had a life before me, he was once a young man.

His dreams of becoming famous, dashed away at the drop of a hat.

He is my dad, I am thankful every day for that, I am named after my Mother; my name is Julianne.

Grape juice in the freezer, that's how we remember;

The once joyful life we had together with my Mother.

She passed away last December.

For my Dad, there was no greater love then between the two of them, he will never love another.

So we sit on the front porch, with our frozen bits of violet gold,

And talk about what it means to love someone forever; what it means to have and to hold.