Ode To Separate Families Poem by Simon Collins

The space you filled recedes
yet waits for you once more
little shoes, two pairs
tucked in by the door
no claws of grief can scratch
or cast the dark about
my daughters you are loved
no fear, no turn or doubt
a father must be the hero
soldier for the secret law
casting mistrust asunder
for what is love but war
and when the days are done
when I rest and call the song
this coat of arms we forged
is your to pass along