Dad's Estate

DAD’S ESTATE Dad left me no money or treasure, His artifacts were trivial and small, He left me no stocks or insurance, He left hardly anything at all. A handful of pictures and poems, That last letter that he had sent, The memories of childhood and manhood-- I wonder now where the time went. I used to think I would be angry If he left this world poor and bare With nothing in his will to leave me, Just memories to ponder and share. But memories I have are much richer Than all the estate he could leave; Though I miss him greatly and sorrow, I do not so hopelessly grieve. The estate that I greatly treasure Is things we made right and forgave And assurance I will again see him When God raises him from the grave. Yes, many may look with displeasure And say that my gleanings weren’t great, But what I have gained is far better Than a wealthy, but hopeless estate.