One Day I will be gone

And one day my grandchildren will be wandering around

Being nosey like children usually are

 And they will stumble across their Meemaw’s journal

And being curious like children usually are

They will open it

And they will see my messy handwriting, scribbled across the pages

They will see the worlds I have created

The characters I gave life to

The adventures I went on

The deaths that overwhelmed me

The love I experienced

And they will continue to flip through my journal

And on each page

They will see me

That is why I write

So I could live on, for my family, even after death