Round Robin 1 (Sonnet - draft)

She loved her father before he left;
his successors, a grasp at memory;
mother and child were a still bereft.
Daddy had become an allegory.

She caught her man a different way;
by shotgun, the mistake was made.
Mom and babes escaped that fray
to another man who gave them aid.

Six darlings later, she hadn't learned
the secrets of her fertility.
Her husband, though, had early earned
a champion title for virility.

One little darling wasn't so strong;
it was something that God did wrong.