Sonnet 6
(for mom on her birthday)

Would that the years reversed their forward flight
For you in inverse ratio to mine
I towards the grave you towards the womb incline
The time we gain spent setting things aright
Not by striving towards the current bent
Or channeling of fluid circumstance
Fixed positions do not peace enhance
Our efforts to control the flow misspent
As I increase in age you retrograde
And somewhere in the middle we'd compare
You for youthful wonder I'd prepare
For me like measure differently displayed
Poetic alchemy those chambered years
My gift to you the time without the tears.