The Forgotten Son (A Sonnet Sunday on a Tuesday)

 

Once upon a lugubrious day

A little boy met his final stay

The dirty secret that must be hushed

Right to the grave, he had to be rushed

Swept under the rug when all was done

Lying to rest our forgotten son

All the pictures had to be hidden

With suffering, our hearts were ridden

Kept him out of sight and out of mind

Although our boy was one of a kind

The slightest mention we had to shun

Never to see our forgotten son

Cause of our actions, they were irate

Their future they tried to decimate

When they left, we had our boy Parker

His brother turned into a marker

Our boy, Kyle, we sure do miss you a ton

You’ll never be our forgotten son