Memories stay with me like children
Children borne of my own flesh and blood
Children made from me and you
And as my own I will cherish them
As they grow within me
They will keep me warm through cold nights
and lonely days
They will grow sweeter in time
And in time I will learn to love them more than life itself
For that is what I will be left
when all else fails
And on my deathbed they will surround me
And perhaps out of pity
even the worst of my children
may lie to me
Soften the blow and tell me
lies about how it really went
And maybe I will live forever
In the remembered lives
of my progeny
Please remember me fondly.