My legacy was To be laved twice a day, To disport myself around the garden. Enveloped in my crisp creaseless clothes, Encircled by the aroma of blossoms. My gladsome day was rounded Off with a dinner fit for a King. My education taught me To read, write and a lot more. I was conditioned to expect nothing less.
Her legacy was To toil the soil on the farm In threadbare clothes. Steeped in baked clay, Engulfed by the stench of the fields. Her meed was to eat Whatever there was. Her education was to do More than her fair share. She was privileged to expect nothing more.
We walked the earth, We breath the same air, Yet, Like the two oceans, Our lives never transgress. Our challenge is to reconcile our inheritances with what should be.