Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Given Away

His daughter, I walked down the aisle

Escorted by one, not my Dad.

A bride, I had a happy smile,

For me, not a day to be sad.

His daughter becoming a wife,

But my Dad could not escort me.

He was not present in my life,

A substitute needed to be.

A fateful happening was why,

That Dad could not be at my side.

Good organs were donated by

Him long ago when Dad died.

But at my wedding, Dad was part,

In my escort, Dad's beating heart.