A Sonnet For CC

She made the croquet club her chosen ground, A calm, assured small presence on the court; Not seeking much, yet somehow always found By those who do prize a steady consort. Proud in her independence, still she stayed Close to the company she came to trust; And members, keeping to a gentle trade, Brought food each day, a duty felt as just. Her life was made of quiet, certain things A measured walk, a pause to watch the play, The kind of peace a settled creature brings To human lives that move in faster sway. And though she’s gone, love holds what time once knew Our hearts keep CC near, steadfast and true.