Sonnet 4.3

I thought today I would share another poem with you! I am planning on posting another recipe soon but am at school right now. I hope you enjoy the sonnet! I wrote this sonnet for my AP English class. It is dedicated to my dad after he hurt his hand at work. I get frustrated with his injury often because I am mad that he isn't better yet. I'm not so much mad at him as I am mad at the situation, at what happened. I love my dad, don't get me wrong, but sometimes its hard to see that things are getting better.
My dad cut his hand with a saw when he was at work in November. He hasn't worked since then and has nearly lost all movement and dexterity in his fingers. I am upset because since his accident he hasn't been the same. He can't work in the yard or fix things-everything has changed; and it's been very difficult to get used to this change. However, this poem isn't so much to help him as it is to help me keep going. I wrote this for him when I felt he was getting more upset about this injury and when I needed to see the real perspective again. I wanted him to know that his injury doesn't define him. He is still my dad. His strength is still in the Lord. And God has not abandoned him. I hope you enjoy it!

Until next time,
~Carissa

Sonnet 4.3

I call you an Overcomer. Why? Well...

You say you are not strong, not brave, and yet

No weakness in your soul have my eyes met.

‘I am not great’ but God in you still dwells.

‘I am afraid’ but darkness in you quells.

I call you a hero. Can you forget

How in the face of pain your mind you set

Not to be brought down, but to pass this fehl.

You stood steadfast in the Holy Power

Without your two hands to help you excel.

I hear you cry out ‘God! why at this hour?’

But I feel your resolve to be stronger.

I don’t see you weak, I see your Tower.

But who are you? I call you my father.