The Inheritance Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

At the end of their days,
The old place became just another
Real estate property on the market,
But not for long.

Other hearts succumbed to its charms;
Excitedly, they took ownership
Of the meticulously manicured lawns,
Lush landscaping,

The flag no longer waves from the porch,
But the delight of the children can be heard
From its swing, and from
Their tea parties out in the soft grasses
Beneath the old shade trees.

All they built together and loved
In their lifetime
Re-vitalized by the essence of youth,
Has become a home equally cherished;
A golden inheritance left to another generation.