Love Through Death
By Karen K
Feeling nothing
No warmth
No connection
All gone.
All became cold and empty all of a sudden
Now I sit here surrounded by darkness
The stinging cold never leaving me.
Now all I do is go in circles,
Watching her grow.
Protecting her as if I were him.
Losing her as I lost him is my greatest fear.
Sometimes,
Only sometimes,
She holds me
She wraps me around her finger just like he did
I can feel her love and warmth,
The same love and warmth he had.
I guess the bond of a daughter and her father is stronger than they say.
