Your heritage seeps into my veins
I am becoming the hero I never was
The woman you envisioned me as;
A warrior
You fought your last battles
A war of seventeen years
Ceased by the unstoppable
Your armor has been passed onto me now
I finally understand
All the tragedy
All the funerals
All the open wounds
Irishmen have fought proud and scarred for centuries
You are one of the fallen
Today marks the day of your birth, even after your death
It's the birth of a new hope
A war is waging on the horizon
A battle of inner strength
The pride of your people, my people,
You, is instilled in my
Heart
You died in a battle of mind over body
Winning and yet at the same time losing
You were the last of your clan
A man among men
There is life in death
You fill my soul
Gone but standing ever strong beside me
As I wield your sword and carry on the fight
I will never stop fighting
Author notes
I miss you, Kay. I love you. Happy Birthday.
Please tell me what you think
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Have you noticed how, in this poem, if you take the last line of each stanza and read it with the first line of the next stanza, they fit perfectly? It all seems to be very well connected in this piece. I like that.
Remember: he didn't leave you to fight alone, either. You will always have others to help you through the struggle.
"Your armor has been passed onto me now
I finally understand
All the tragedy
All the funerals
All the open wounds"
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::bows:: I have great inspiration.
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