Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Jim the Caring

Sometimes I'd watch him watching me

As I was swinging on a rope,

O'er the river from the elm tree.

Each time we met I knew he'd hope

That I would be the girl for him.

I knew he was a special guy,

And I enjoyed being with Jim.

He watched me on that last time I

Swung on the rope in April cold,

And when I fell my head struck ice.

I knew I never would grow old.

I could see Jim and that felt nice.

I knew Jim thought that I was brave,

And put wildflowers on my grave.