Death, you did not cheat me
of my father’s life – he gave to
me the things you thought he
owed to you.
Where there should have
been an emptiness I wear
a bounty of his strength,
his good sustains me though
he is not here to share.
Know this you fiend,
in death you gave him life
through me and left me
with no earthly fear.
© 24 April 2007, I.D. Carswell
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