May they Know by Audrey M Scott
The bough of my memory ages,
the leaves like small
parchments silently fall away.
When the life of me is gone
I hope the familiar chips of me
will leave small treasures to be
gleaned, reminders there is more
than the eye sees.
I wish my childrensÂ’ children
to know an ancestor already
thought of them and cared of them
in spirit,
even before they came to be.
May my small and few words,
more than my trinkets,
give the stimulation of push
to inspiration of knowledge
and its wisdom.
May the footprints of He who is
truth, wisdom and knowledge
prepare and guide their way.
Be safe, little children.
04/10/2002 Posted on 04/10/2002 Copyright © 2024 Audrey M Scott
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