Sense Sonnet - Acher

Dis Grace

My grandfather left in his will,
Half to father, half to Aunt Grace.
Then on to we grandchildren still
Alive. Daddy died. I, in place,
With my siblings took my share.
Aunt Grace was childless, so we thought.
That was the only thing I'd care.
We disliked each other a lot.
She went and adopted a son.
So when Grace died, he got her wealth.
The Courts upheld what she had done -
Gypping us by her sneaky stealth.

I am glad Aunt Grace did die.
I just want my piece of her pie.