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There was not much there for her to
Bequeath:
A bit of lore.
A song no one had sung
Before.
Handwritten maps of forest paths
That others were likely yet to
Find.
A man’s sweater someone must have left
Behind.
Assorted photos of odd things,
Like stumps of trees
And rocks
And feathers that her favorite cat would
Bring.
There was not much for her to
Bequeath.
But what she had,
All could concede,
She loved and therefore
Was itself
A gift
Of life well-lived.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Bequeath in 85 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
Delightful piece, Na’ama.
(PS sung, not sang)
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Yes! Thank you! Dale told me, too. I was away from the screen for the last few hours so just saw it now, but am always happy for typo-catchers! 🙂 Thanks!
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Lovely write-up!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!!! 🙂
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You are very welcome.
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🙂
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So good! Treasures of the heart.
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Thank you, Dora! 🙂 Yes, best treasures, those!
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I nod 🙂
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Yay! Me happy!
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Such a lovely poem, my friend.
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Thank you! And also for the tip on the typo! xx
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Shhhh. That was between us!
And my pleasure to read it.
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Nah, it’s okay to call it out! ceayr did, too, and I am grateful! 🙂 We should watch out for each other, eh? 🙂
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Yes, we should… but I dunno. I had a guy tell me my Instagram picture was crooked – he sent me a dm with my picture straightened out… I was rather insulted because who’s to say I didn’t choose to have it on a slant? I responded with: Who is not minding his own business… not something I usually do but I was taken aback.
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I hear you. There’s a way, and then there’s a way. Your way was perfect. As was ceayr’s. 🙂 And, just because someone thinks something needs changing doesn’t mean one ought to change it FOR them. That would be as if you’d change the poem FOR me. I wouldn’t have appreciated THAT! Noting what we noticed and gently asking if that was meant as it came out is the perfectly friendly thing to do. I totally get why you’d be taken aback with someone assuming you needed it fixed for you. xx
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Na’ama Y’karah,
In the end, it’s not the material things we leave behind that will be remembered. (I hate to sound like a meme 😉 but it’s true.) I often wonder what my legacy will be. I hope they won’t remember with “Whatta bitch.”
Lovely poem but that comes as no surprise, my friend.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Mine is here https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/11/08/12142/
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Thank you! And, yes, I think that while sometimes things hold beautiful (and some not so beautiful) memories, it is not the STUFF but the MEMORY that counts. And … while I have no issue with sentimental objects (and have a few myself), it is not the item that is important, but the stories it tells. And stories, as we know, need no ‘stuff’. 🙂
I think it more likely you’ll be remembered as the ‘Purple Painter Writer Chick’ 🙂
xx
Na’ama
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Purple Painter Writer Chick. ❤ It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
Hugs,
Rochelle
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🙂 Yep, it sure do!
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this is a very beautiful write.
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Thank you, Jellico! 🙂
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A lovely piece, beautifully written. She’ll be remembered for who she was, not things she left.
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Thank you, Keith! For many of us, perhaps that is what we’d wish. 🙂
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Well done, Na’ama. “I bequeath unto my heirs all the happiness I no longer need.”
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Amen to that! 🙂 Here’s to a high happiness quota for all!
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