It will require bit of humanity to: Lose yourself in serving others, Sooth their pain, Plant smiles on their faces, Brighten their day, Lift their spirit, And strive to restore them for a better future.
Your humanity, my friend Is your eternal legacy, which is more precious Than your wealth, education, And a lifetime worth of accomplishments!
Woke up to cheer but l had taken aback devastated for the news for he bit the dust but said heroes come and go but legends are forever and will always be remembered and his legacy left to inspire the flower of age.
My mother gave me a dowry a brimming chest of treasures a heart of rare and precious gems she collected long ago
She filled it with her words, her thoughts and things she knew I'd need she piled high with hopes and dreams priceless trinkets all for me and topped it off with years of love and a life of merry traditions
Then knowing that I'd need a map by which to guide my life she gave to me a legacy my Bible, pure and right and taught to me the art of prayer a rare and genuine gift she shared
I am blessed to be a mother now with a daughter of my own and I can't wait to share with her the love that I have known
How do you bury a flower? Sun-kissed petals giving light, Imbued with innocence and kindness. Do you preserve her in thought, In her poems and speeches? Or do you tear her petals, Destroy legacies, Of peace, And turn to war.
I am not a figment of your imagination I am just a dream to you One you can cast aside One you can leave behind One you can ignore One you can ignore
I am just a casualty In this hollow game That you’ve created for me There are no holes for trying hard to fit through In this child’s matching game of patterns, shapes and colors too I know everything I see all But you still don’t believe in me As long as you have me at your beck and call Who am I to be Where are the people like me Trying, trying to be The savior Not the demon You all thought and planned for me to be
Though you are both gone From this Earth; There's a gift you gave me At my birth.
It fills a place In my heart. I felt it there From the start.
You passed to me Your wisdom, kindness, honesty. And the passion For writing poetry. I cannot tell you Just what that means.
The flutter of a Butterfly Will always be A beautiful sight And the symbol of your memory In my soul and in my mind.
In my heart I will always feel you there, Because a Grandmother's Love Is the everlasting gift you shared.
Thank you for your examples & legacy. Thank you for inspiring me. Thank you both for sharing your life Through written words and poetry. And thank you both for your Grandmother's Love you left with me.