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's son a web of attraction,begun one rainy afternoon,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 and 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 Ne're 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.