Sonnet 54 'The Both, My Parents, Mom Too, Are Dead Now'

The both, my Parents, mom, too, are dead now, And what a thing that is to have to know. I really can’t get up and have a cow, But smiles, sometimes, seem they are all for show. And now, to other twists of laughing fate! My mother died, but two weeks from my wife. My father died, nine days before my birthday. I seem to have a gift for calling strife! My sister lost her mom a week before Her birthday, and she says dad said goodbye Around that time – hard Luck nailed shut the door In August and September, thus, we’ll cry! O, what a comedy of hurts is this! No wrinkled, or rough-whiskered cheek to kiss!