Sense Sonnet - Acher

Halloween Lost

We'd been having trick or treat fun.
Mom took me and my brother, Dan.
He was a cowboy with no gun.
I was the doll, Raggedy Ann.
We three had done the neighborhood,
And it wasn't even dark yet.
Our bags held as much as they could.
Mom would give it out slow, I bet.
A car came roaring down the street.
I could hear lots of popping sound.
Then, Mom just fell down at my feet.
Her head was bleeding on the ground.

In front of home, my Mom got shot.
A beautiful angel, God got.