Kenneth Ray Taylor
Duluth, Minnesota, USA
A beautiful poem. I've only written two sonnets myself. The first when I was 16 (which no one will ever see), and more recently when I was 44, which follows:
Sonnet on the Station of the Mother
The wisdom of the woman far exceeds
the wisdom of her husband. Proof of this
is proclaimed aloud by nature in the gifts
and offices that God has assigned to each.
Preeminence to the man is given first.
And some perhaps can't see beyond this point--
that it's only over trifles he enjoys
some measure of authority, but cursed
with mortal limitation, he dies.
What then becomes of all his splendid plans?
Does aught remain of anything he's done?
But He in whom alone pure wisdom lies,
as a treasure far too precious for the man,
entrusts the child to the care of the wiser one.
[I like yours better than mine.]