Even when things aren’t passed down directly,
father to son, mother to daughter,
even when things that happen
tear great holes
in community, in continuity,
these threads still have a way of catching,
clasp on some level
that was never severed,
and the elixir of life
refreshes itself,
giving rise to what feels like
brand new light,
though it’s been here, latent, all along.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2023
I want my legacy to be
of joy, of insuppressible
open inquiry, of kindness
and of comfort
I want my children to inherit
ways of being, not frayed and dusty
tokens of attempts to make meaning.
I want them to delight in their days
and their essential contribution
They don’t need
what these delusive times
would call wealth,
they need the richness
of water from rock, manna from sky
and the exhilaration of co-creating
all of life’s light.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2016