A LEGACY BESTOWED:

I am now old & grey child & it is time for me to go,

Sit yourself down; there is something you must know,

I have no gold & silver, to leave you upon my going,

But the legacy I leave will be well worth your knowing.

I shall leave stepping stones, for you to weave your path,

I shall leave dry acorns, to burn well within your hearth,

I shall leave cold streams, with green lily-pads & fronds,

I shall leave mossy stones, for you to sit upon at ponds.

In dark & silent places, where you dip your dainty toe,

 I´ll leave my whispers, where gentle night winds blow,

I´ll leave the saline rocks, where Neptune´s tears seep,

Upon the throne of tombs, I´ll leave ivy to lie & creep.

I have no jewels, coins nor gems that I can leave for you,

Only places to go & hide, when you are feeling sad & blue,

But my child, while praying, in all theses sacred places,

Remember all the dear departed & truly well loved faces.