Sense Sonnet - Acher

Awaiting Word

In just minutes, my son would die
By execution by the state.
The last hope was the F.B.I.
Found someone to exonerate
My son; and the lawyer was now
Trying to get the governor
To call the warden to allow
The sentence stopping to occur.
I could see the red phone right there,
And my son was in the next room.
Through my tears, I sobbed a prayer.
The clock clicked the seconds to doom.

The red phone rang to save my son.
But the execution was done.