What can I leave you in my will?
Wonders, warm words which soothe all ill
A silver spray of sweet perfume
To help you breathe deep in each room
From pink and pine trees in the street
Glimpse gleaming treasures, sweets and treats
Windows with shutters open wide
So from the garden peep inside
A garden filled with red flowers
Where you sit and snooze for hours
In a hammock, or bamboo chairs
Dream painted tower's spiral stairs
Flowers feed bees and butterflies
Gently swaying weeping willow
Frilly white clouds, drift pure blue skies
Soft cushions, embroidered pillows
By a curved path of rainbow brick
Snug on rugs, sharing a picnic
Grapes, dates, almonds, currants, carrots
Watching the watching parrots
And in the house a small gold frame
My photo smiling, Italic name
By a comfy, carved old chair
So you can dream that I'm still there.
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I have tried to re-order the lines so that you go from the house where you read the will, out to the springtime garden, and back to the house with the photo. A circular poem, with the first and last verses framing the wandering thoughts.
I have used vivid, pictorial images, the humour of the hungry parrots enticed by the vision of the food, and the happy memories.
It is a picture of my bungalow in Hatch End, with parrakeets in the trees, but the imaginary tower, a Disney image, to rhyme with flower.
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