Communication Sonnet #2

Perhaps one day, when you are very old,
You'll recall the woman who wrote sonnets.
Was that the same woman who all but sold
Her soul to honor you; incurred great debts;
Sweated blood; toiled daily without rest?
Maybe so - but old people's memories
Are not good and yours was never the best.
Besides, she was well out of her twenties.
Your happiness meant everything to her:
She gave you pretty clothes, put you on stage,
Did her devotion even register?
Prepare yourself for dotage - print this page,
And when remembrance can no longer tell,
You'll know, long ago, Nancy loved you well.