Sense Sonnet - Acher

Reopened Wounds

My daughter had just killed my son.
They were teenagers at the time.
It happened while cleaning a gun.
Authorities said there's no crime.
We tried to put all that behind,
Give the benefit of the doubt,
Try silently not to remind
Of any questions still about.
The decades came, the decades went.
And now my daughter's been accused
Of mass murder - no accident.
Past and present killings have fused.

So long ago that tragedy
Returns again to torment me.