Sonnet 3: A million basinsful

we have always loved by the basinful a deep trusty love beating throughout time hundred-thousand-million basinsful filling up each Sadler heart; yours & mine when life brings worries by the bucketful

we’ll help you brew them over a teapot

and offer advice by the pocketful

whether you were asking for it or not

sharing what we have by the wellyful

trust us to settle into your corner

draughting up laughter by the bellyful the coldest days feel a little warmer until you find that your broken heart mends because we know what it is to need friends