Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Unemployed

It was so many years ago,

I was a gift to mom from son,

And on mom's face a grateful glow.

So soon I was a busy one,

With mom often during the week,

As I crossed all surfaces on

Mission, the enemy to seek,

And for the moment, wipe foe gone.

But as the time passed, mom did try

Newer, better stuff, I was fired.

But since I was mom's son's gift, I

Was not thrown out, but just retired.

Now up in the attic I am just

A feather duster gathering dust.