I have worked in law for a long time and sitting here thinking of what to write this lunchtime reminds me of my own plans, or rather the planning stage, of the administration of my own estate after my death.
People go through the process of will making but at the end all what remains are the memories, photos, a set of certificates and the space of no more words or at least words never said.
The following is an expression of sitting, pouring through figures, facts and decisions with that nagging feeling that in a way it all seems a little lacking in soul.
Last Will And Testament
The day will be gone
lost to the space between the space
on the mantle, in the fireside chair and
stolen free flowing lips.
A life to leave on a single sheet,
mechanical as statute books and
a thought
of what to leave, and to whom
a thousand pounds and a celtic gold ring
or a slow goodbye from a dear old friend on a simple white leaf.
