Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Continue to Care

As approached last days of her life,

My mother would just wander off.

This caused me a great deal of strife,

Searching for her, but I'd not scoff,

Because I knew that in her mind

She was seeking my father who

Had deserted us, I'd be kind.

There being nothing else to do.

Then the time came which I knew would

When mother and I were apart.

I still tried to do what I could

For my mother's still broken heart.

Each night I leave a lamp to burn

By her grave where she must return.