original sonnet by sonnetville
dedicated to Heidi, with friendship and respect
By heav’nly grace, her outlook she’s maintained
Through challenges of life so bravely faced:
Sometimes, in losing love, a vict’ry’s gained.
With fingers on the keys so lightly placed
The iv’ries tinkle out her song of joy
In gratitude to God who gave her life
And blessed her with a precious little boy.
Though some would stab her soul as with a knife
And treat her son with shameful disregard—
Such sin should be unheard of in our land—
She finds to do what’s right is seldom hard.
At antique desk she grips with steady hand
A fine quill pen and thus begins to write:
“Not all is grey; some things are black and white.”
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