Legacy: A Poem

Maybe my legacy will be fresh baked muffins

Or a great cup of coffee

Maybe it will be a book

Or an open door and a listening ear

It probably won’t be 

A perfectly curated living room

Or a beautiful masterpiece

Or a gourmet meal

Most likely my legacy

Will be built on the back 

of those who went first

Grandma’s banana bread

The first couple to invite us for dinner

And friend who folded my laundry

Or asked to babysit my kiddos 

The ones who called first

Invited first

Texted first

Who tried and failed

And tried again

Who didn’t fear failure

But loved out of what they had

And shared it generously

To those who went first

And taught me what could be

And what should be

And how to give of yourself

Without hesitation

You are my legacy