Life is Its Own Reward


Femme offspring of our loins
Is a Phenomenon
Her existence purloined
Frustration with a wonder quantum

Conjured by after birth blended
With a mothers wounded womb
Her deliverer's faith contended
With compatriots essence of doom

And faith was rewarded
By a dark curly haired inighean
Ready to fight all doubters
His smile shown bright as the archangel

To know such joy and gift of life
Is more important then how it ends
His selfless concern was patient strife
Allayed with his calm decedent pen



Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-08-27 at 06:54

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Kathy Lockhart
I had to look up the word inighean because I've never come across the word. I was surprised by its meaning but it opened my eyes to the overall message in this powerful poem. Well done. : ) kathy
2009-08-27