ptreichan sonnet no.1

nameless

I still recall that bleak December night.
A dreary night of cold, lethargic rain.
My uncle whittled with a wooden cane.
My grandma knitted under candlelight.
He glanced towards her. “She will smile so bright.”
Tomorrow was the birthday of Lorraine.
My grandpa always baked her loaves of grain.
The room was lit by fiery anthracite.
I saw your letter on my newest play.
I long adored your annual radio fest.
My mind was stunned; it spun in disarray.
To think that you would send me a friend request.
And afterwards, we conversed every day;
Of all my friends, you truly were the best.

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