A New Sonnet for the Holidays

iv.

And you will marry someday, I suppose,
To a good rich soil. From the warming sun
Of pure fortune will your new garden grow
Unburdened, and not by hard want undone.
And on Christmas morning children will squeal
And sparkle like glitter and blinking lights.
The world will complete you, as warmly you feel
Arms that caress you through blackness of night.
In the inevitable balance of
Mother and child, will you become newly
Emerged, and in this most perfect of love
Grow restless, forever to love's duty.
And you will marry someday, unspoken,
To the thousands of hearts you have broken.