Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #301
She Sat Alone by Belinda Roddie She sat alone with all her vintage books, counting each one from her small, wooden perch. Her coats remained hung on their metal hooks, for she had not been outside since the church incident twenty years ago. And yet she never read the stories that she kept, nor tell them to the red-haired, beaming set of grandchildren she had. Still, as she slept, she dreamed of tales she'd heard while still a child: In songs hummed by her mother, anecdotes provided by her father, and the wild adventures recalled on her uncle's boats as they sailed out to sea. She'd never need to touch these books. Besides, she couldn't read.