NORA, A CARPE DIEM OF INNOCENCE
As part of me you always grow
A caterpillar does into butterfly transform
And you roll to crawl and move to and fro.
Wobbly soft limbs on earth now anchor.
Each time do I depart I plant a kiss.
Reciprocation want I not as favour in earnest
Meek innocence showers on me providential bliss.
Little bit of your wound put my world in unrest.
Incoherence that you babble through whole day long,
Betwixt two peanut teeth's impish gap,
Conjure up an oratory of a sweet song.
At peace the world seems to be when you take a nap.
Decayed will your innocence be with each passing moment.
Nothing could then preserve it save this lame sonnet.