Inheritance

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A bundle of fun,
That resembles you,
A bunch of laughter,
That echoes ours,
A job to keep me up,
A place to hold me up,
A thousand errands to run,
And hundred lists undone,
All things small and big,
A little world of our own.
No trespassers, no bystanders,
Just a space where time stood alone,
Not passing in and out of days, nights.
An inheritance of love passed on…
Quietly, subtly with grace and poise,
To call our own.