The Monument by smilla4
I found out
My inheritance
That land it spans
Beyond that fence
My Father said
It’s so immense
The deed he left
In recompense
His Will by trust
My memories
My Father built
With Loving ease
And had not once
An empty plate
To Supper Last
He worked, we ate
Looking back
From where I came
I lost that self…
Not quite the same
And one day soon
The time will come
To return, my Father.
Love,
Your Son
~your poet~
My Son,
The time will come
To return
From where I came
Beyond that fence
My Father built
That land it spans
My inheritance
His Will by trust
The deed he left
In recompense
Looking back
My memories
It’s so immense
And one day soon
With Loving ease
An empty plate
To Supper Last
Love,
Your Father
