Somewhere near the center

In a town much like your own

Lurking in the shadows, is

The place someone called home

Graffiti paints the outside

Where once the stone stood proud

Covered over by nature’s roar

Standing alone, now, in a crowd

Of wooden barriers hiding

Branches and trees converge

Should you find an entrance

I do hope you’ll soon emerge

For town folk tell the story

Of a spirit, there’s no doubt

Who lures you to explore within

But never lets you out

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This is the second of, hopefully, a series of insightful question/discussion posts. See the first here.

Here’s how it works: Have a look at the question, read my answer, and then do one or both of the following: tell me your response to the same question, respond to my answer with thoughts of your own.

Question:

If there comes a day when you don’t see tomorrow, what’s something that you hope to leave behind? What would your legacy be?

Answer:

When the day comes that I’m no longer here, I hope people, especially my family, will remember me. I will leave behind an amazing little boy that is wiser than his years, who has been empathetic since before he was born. I will leave behind a husband that adores his wife and does everything he can to help me and make me happy. In the end, what will truly…