A Son to his Mother . . . A Sonnet
As the clouds have wept on your grave
Since you left this world behind,
So do my tears flow
When your memory brings to mind
The love you had for me,
Which in my lust for life
I never did return,
But with my careless knife
Cut out the debt I owed.
Left you to love alone,
To suffer silently,
My gratitude unknown
Forever to my shame,
I am the child to blame.