Legacy

My lover waits for me to come home

she spends her days readying our abode

our home is built of twigs and stones.

My lover waits for me atop the hill

we built a home on love alone.

I travel far to fetch our bread,

I long for my lovers warmth,

and a place to lay my head.

The days grow cold

the nights grow long

yet there she waits for me to come.

We fill our home with babes galore

they make our house feel more like home

we fill our home with laughs and fun.

Yet the day will come when I am gone,

my weary bones have all worn out,

my breath carries me beyond the vale.

My old widow visits the stone daily

grief is for the living to bear

the dead sleep their long night away.

Our home is there for our children to borne

when they have families of their own

yet they remember our family built their home

from twigs and stones and love alone.