Sense Sonnet - Acher

Love Undone

My mother never did like Bill.
We were too young to be in love,
She would insist, and by her will
Was able to cause the split of
The two of us. Bill went away,
And never again did I hear
A word from him - just one to say
That he really did love me dear.
After so many years had passed,
I found letters Mom kept from me,
From Bill. I read his love long last.
I called. His voice was bliss to me.

It was Bill's son. He did confide,
The week before his Dad had died.