Earlier this year, I must confess

My house was in a state of distress

I started to clean and couldn’t stop

Nine hours later, I was ready to drop

Just one more closet I promised myself

And started to tidy the highest shelf

I found a box, and was taken aback

For there were my diaries, all in a stack

These books had been missing for eight long years

I was overjoyed to have them once again appear

For these pages chronicled my many past deeds

An anthology of how I came to be me

Now how to safeguard these accounts of my past?

Compile them into a book, for my children perhaps

But if I included all that was there

The tome would eclipse a Polar Bear

So I cut; I edited, redundancies I withdrew

But definitely kept in a skeleton or two

I have now finished this saga of life

With encounters of bliss as well as of strife

But I’ve learned to embrace the good with the bad

For it’s all led to the life that I have

A life that’s filled with happiness and joy

A wonderful husband, beautiful daughter,

and two great boys.