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
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
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