Legacy

A whisper carried on the wind,
not of sound, but of what remains.
A footprint left in soft earth,
long after the foot is gone.
The echo of a deed, a kindness shown,
a lesson learned from careless words.
It’s the light passed down, a steady flame,
igniting sparks in future hearts.
Not in gold or grand estates alone,
but in the quiet strength of who we were,
and who we teach our children to become.
A tapestry woven, thread by thread,
each color a choice, each pattern a life,
and we, the keepers of the loom,
add our own hue to the enduring cloth.