Hello, my child,
here’s something for your pouch.
A blessing from your elders,
a drop of tear from me as well.
It’s not what you believe I know,
don’t shake your head nor pout.
They’re there when you need them,
to remember us by when you fail.
Good night, little mouse,
here’s something for your satchel.
A piece of heart from the hunt &
a bone knife of your father’s will.
I know it’s not common any more
don’t feel embarrassed nor stutter.
There will be time for their use,
remember to keep them safe after.
Goodbye, my love,
take these letters to these men.
There are ladders you will need to climb,
use these jewels while you still can.
I know it’s not the way you’ve led,
don’t be put down nor think me wrong.
A life is not what one planned,
write me when you recount this song.
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