A Priceless Legacy
Like a snow-covered road
Winding upward through
Lesson-markers of
Redwood and pine,
His time on this side
Remains an odyssey
Lovingly preserved.
Rock and rut obstacles
Remain for tomorrows yet dawned.
Destiny's beneath-the-surface hindrance
Reminds one will stumble again and again
Until watchfulness is learned.
Such roads become trailheads
Traversing inevitable
Paths narrow,
Climbing saps energy,
Air becomes thin.
Still…
Above the clouds beckons.
Such quiet guidance
He left behind,
Frozen footprints of wisdom
For me to discover
In my own season.
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Of course, there are those who pass nothing but their progeny. Some of, perhaps, dubious quality. But I think monetary gifts, while as you wrote, well accepted, take second place to passion down wisdom that will lash the ages.
Ron