My Dearest Isabella,
I am dead, but my words will live on.
One day, my book will find you,
In that book, are the pages of my life.
Those pages, represent memories I once had.
The pages contain words,
Those words are the emotions I once felt.
The sentence in which they lay,
Are the feelings I once gave.
Praying, one day you will read these words,
While reading these words,
You will hear my voice,
My Voice, Speaking To You.
Retelling a tale, of a life I once lived.
Maybe then, you will be able to understand,
What happened, and why.
I'm So Sorry,
This is your Dad, Saying,
I Love You..... Goodbye.