Unto my friends I give my thoughts, 
Unto my God my soul, 
Unto my foe I leave my love 
These are of life the whole. 
Nay, there is somethinga trifleleft; 
Who shall receive this dower? 
See, Earth Mother, a handful of dust 
Turn it into a flower.
Legacies
written byEthelwyn Wetherald
© Ethelwyn Wetherald


 



