He stood
Radiant
In Mother's
Garden,
Hair pale
As yours-
Haloed
By the Sun,
His scent
Somehow familiar:
Sandalwood
And steel.

You gave him
Small child's
Welcome:
Little arms
About
His knees,
Your joy
Sung aloud
As you looked
Up,
Laughing
With delight.

Eyes cold
Amber,
Face an
Ivory mask
He stared
Down at
You-
One hand
Rising;
To leave
You sprawled
Upon the grass.

Nose
Bleeding.
You sat up,
Too shocked
To cry
As he drifted
Back
Into the wind…
"Is that
What father
Died
Defending??"