If I die before I wake, I pray these things for all to take…
I leave to good fathers and mothers but intended for their children, precious words of praise and silly pet names. I charge said parents to use them generously as the needs of their children shall require…
I leave to children for their too short childhood, all the fields with the irrevocable right to play among them freely, according to the customs of children. Furthermore, I leave to the them the white and yellow trees of creeks and the golden sands beneath the waters thereof, the dragonflies that skim the surface of said waters and silver clouds that float above them. I leave them long, long days filled with laughter in a thousand ways followed by the moon and stars to wonder at, subject of course to the rights hereinafter given to lovers and I leave to each child the right to choose a start that shall forever remain theirs…
I leave to lovers a slate to devise a world with whatever they may need, starting with the stars of the sky, the gardens of the soil, the clean crisp white of the winters, the sweet strains of music, and whatever else they desire to provide to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love.
I leave to my father, mother, children and lovers... My soul to search when the answers are not clear within their own.
And to those who find they are now only spiritually fathers, mothers, children, or lovers... I leave… memories.