Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Superstitious Mama

So superstitious Mama be,

I would become her bad luck child

Bringing her grief becuz of me.

Came the day I drove Mama wild.

Happened on that fateful day when

I had just turned 13 months old,

And committed the awful sin.

Dropped a looking glass I had hold.

It broke in front of Mama who

Cried the devil'd be coming soon.

Mama knew what she had to do,

Buried me under the full moon.

Superstitious, Mama did stay.

I would have loved her anyway.