…was never ours to keep
I have no gold to leave behind
my bequest is a softer treasure
a tapestry of endless love
woven in many moments
captured in fleeting time
I leave you the morning dew
that graced quiet woods
where we once walked
and the sunsets’ subtle art
painted in soft shades of gold
I leave you the quiet nights
where our hearts spoke of forever
I leave the breeze that tangled my hair
the whispered words
that we once cherished
I leave you the bright
fragrant beauty of spring
the summers’ scorching touch
the autumns’ dancing leaves
the winters’ bleak shivering nights
I bequeath to you
all the pieces of me
that I could never put back together
yet somehow you always knew
where each belonged
for riches are not found
in any tangible currency
but in the brief moments
that define how we lived
and how we were loved
time is a fragile creature
to be cherished in the moment
before it slips away without warning
but we always knew
that time was never ours to keep
© Ann Bagnall
