The gifts engraved from birth to now
Are etched upon the mind;
A long awaited time
Mixed with fear and sadness too
The sense of responsibility held
Is in trepidation endowed;
Like guests who visit
These treasures duly must settle in
As a sense of disorder prevails
Upon the streamlined nature of the home
I as custodian am
Must welcome in and find a place
For them until they move on again;
Entrusted that they remain secure
And will a legacy provide
For those who follow on from us;
And so a sense of continuity ensues;
A Timelessness and solidity
A sense of place for now
Connects us with the past
And informs us for the future
And so a sense of peace returns
As quietly a new normal resumes;
This is the nature of inheritance.

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