Sense Sonnet - Acher

 His Belt

Well made but well worn leather belt,

It took me back to my childhood.

So many memories I felt,

And none of them felt any good.

Always on a hook it had hung,

Beside our home's kitchen back door.

My body'd felt the lashes strong,

But my spirit felt so much more.

Used when he'd thought I had done wrong.

To my punishment it was tied.

Just holding it brought feelings strong.

My only keepsake, now he'd died.

Once was his belt, but now I had,

Reminding me, be better Dad.