Legacy

you died,
having found
a false peace.
did winged angels
of silky down,
spirit you away
to softer lands
of brighter suns
where children play
and beech trees sway?
in your life of pain
you spread it around
to innocent places
it should not
have marred and sullied,
tiny blameless souls
whom you battered,
lashing out you bullied
your touch was a sting
reflecting and causing
lasting sorrow,
insidious scars
of poisoned lesions
wounds to color
a distant morrow.
yet when you lay dying
on crisp white sheets,
your grasp so cold
begging eyes did meet,
that of the lamb
of your loins.
you did slaughter
your third,
and youngest
unwanted daughter.
you in final breath,
did ask forgiveness
to be blessed.
she looked down at you
and in spirit
of generosity,
she lied as she thought
the obvious solution
was one of false absolution,
and so she lied giving peace
and a pitying touch.