I've scribbled away at straight sheets of paper
Scripture coveted in cerulean ink;  on ivory sheets
Despite my youth, I've filled it full
My rarest commodity, my only link to you

There is nothing more I can teach you, little ones
Yet what's in my words, what's kept away from the world
I want you to know how my life was like, and how it ended
And furthermore, learn from my lessons

My greatest joys, my dearest offspring
One day you'll have little ones of your own
And then, you'll learn the truths and the fallacies
At that moment .. I want you to know what you must do

So here is my story;