Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Father's Day Tradition

I look in my young daughter's face,

And see a lot of her Mom there,

Now long gone from this time and place,

Just the two lives now we both share.

It's Father's Day, of course I get

Another crazy tie and kiss

From my daughter, tradition set

Over six years of such sweet bliss.

In my closet I put this tie

With the other five she picked out,

All tasteless, outlandish, so I

Would get stares in public no doubt.

In my closet the skeleton,

Her murdered Mom that I had done.