I wonder if you would like another child, even one who is a problem to teach. It's just that your manner is rather mild, and patiently forgiving when you preach. Would you show me the courage in losing, valor without violence? I wonder can I love with more than selfish choosing? Can you help me silence hateful thunder? I would trade anger for a head that's clear. Teach with fire, curse words, flowers if you can. Remind me there are enough sunbeams here, that you don't mind me much the way I am. Could you teach me how to live with myself so that I can live with anyone else?
A letter to Atticus Finch. It has been years since I have tried to write a sonnet. I will likely revisit and rework this.