Bequeathed
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Bequeathed
David J Walker
What do you want of mine
Dear daughter
As the father of you
And your brother
I resign my calendars
To you I give the memories
Of your mother
Fed at the fountains
Of her breast And the rest
of her unused yarn
What do you want of my time
A better childhood
Or if I could
A shower of silver and gold
To fill the soul of empty pockets
To you I leave my worldly goods
To sell to the buyers
Of filigree
The shadows of
Chimeric desires
What do you want of mine
As tender of the garden
That flowered in the Rich compose
of everyday opportunity harvested in the
Warning of the old clocks chime
I would leave with you my love
And trust you would
return me to the dust
that I may again be part of
the richness
of my birthright
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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