It was always his nature
To love;
And to give.
And in Nature's nature
To make him so;
And in everyone's nature
To take and go.
Now he lies resting
Beneath the earth,
Where a heart
Too large, naturally,
Must lie when it bursts.
And he has given
In loving dedication:
Spring aspirations,
Summer absolution,
Autumn memories,
Winter repentance.
And – unexpectedly –
A stunning inheritance.
As they apportion, she enters:
Saving tears, clasping bliss.
Tentatively, she stumbles
Through their squabble
Unnoticed.
From under old bridges
Where childhood dreams spilled,
Before young hearts were crushed;
And promises killed.
But fate held her own;
What was lost, rediscovered.
New seeds were sown,
And a vow was fulfilled.
Now in her trembling hand rests
The legality of the deed;
In her blossoming womb;
The fruition of his seed.
It was always his nature
To love;
And to give.
