Your Will

May 10, 1990
You wrote it twenty-five years ago.
I was not even created, or possibly even thought of.
Though, I was in it.

Addressed to your siblings, children,
grandchildren, and anyone who loved you.

It was simple, and clear,
a true definition of who you were,
who you ARE.

Your first thoughts, of course
were concerns for others.
Requesting in hopes for your money,
to cover your burial.

If not you wanted the cheapest burial possible,
and no one to stress over the cost.

Expressing your sincerity,
as tears strolled down our faces.

In three short letters, only written on one side each
lyed your wishes, and words of wisdom you always shared.

Nothing was materialistic,
because you knew what life was about.

Everyone would receive a memento,
and if anything was argued over, between your children,
it would be given to charity or a random stranger.

Money was never at bay, we would sell nothing.
Give, share, and cherish.

Advice to listen to our spouses, and children,
families and live our lives.

You could not have said it better, it was never edited
through out the years for this reason.

So brave, so strong, so loving.