Sins of the Father

SINS OF THE FATHER Just a maid,just sixteen a serving girl ,a go-between upstairs and downstairs,her scene 'til love was to intervene; She,so young,he,the master' son a web of attraction, begun one rainy afternon,in June; A familiar tale,oft told of one so shy,the other bold, an affair that hot summer long despair did conclude that song; A baby came the next Spring but sadly sans a wedding ring he,departed for the Great War the wench,the baby shown the door; In action,the teenage swain died the lass,and bairn,cried and cried the family,their kin,despised, conscience money salved their pride; She another was to marry, her boy cared for by his Granny N'ere once more to see this first son none alive know why this was done. Consequences lived on from my tale as,an.. emotionally-crippled male