Sense Sonnet - Acher

Gave Away the Bride

My daughter did walk down the aisle,
Escorted by one not her Dad.
A bride with such a happy smile,
For her not a day to be sad.
My daughter becoming a wife
Could not be escorted by me.
I was not present in her life.
A substitute needed to be.
A fateful happening was why
That I could not be at her side.
Good organs were donated by
Me long ago when I had died.

My daughter's wedding - I was part.
Inside the man - my beating heart.