Sense Sonnet - Acher

Did Not Mean To

Tim, a handful at 3 years old.
I'd babysat for him before.
He knew he was too cute to scold,
But watching him could be a chore.
He could cause trouble, oh so fast.
Against the wall, he smashed my phone.
I chased him, catching him at last.
Shaking him, in an angry tone,
I told him he was a bad pain.
Doctors said later, shaking him
Must have caused bleeding in his brain.
I didn't mean to hurt you, Tim.

His last words, "I sorry," he said.
Then moments later, he was dead.