Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Family Sadness

He was her favorite son, I know,

And when he joined the army, she

Was very sad to see him go,

And ever much sadder when he

Was killed and his body returned

To her to bury and ask why

His death, a waste for all, she yearned

For him, such thoughts still make her cry.

She cannot let him rest in peace,

And constantly blames herself for

What happened to him. She can't cease

Obsessing on him more and more.

Her favorite son is dead and gone,

But I, her other son, live on.