Sense Sonnet - Acher

 My Son in Time

My son, being my only child,

I tended to spoil quite a bit.

So when he did wrong, I was mild,

Did not want him to throw a fit.

My son got older, and I saw

He got in trouble more and more,

A teenager, well known by law.

Each wrong got worse than wrong before.

My son hated being in school.

I was shocked what he wrote on line,

Then stopped peeking, I'm not one who'll

Believe such in a son of mine.

They came and told me, was my son

Who shot up his school with my gun.