In the cradle of the Stafford,
I was born, a wild wonder untamed,
Beside Hester, my mother,
Yet bound by a letter, forever named.
 
A child of nature, I roamed free,
Among the trees, the flowers, the breeze,
Each leaf, each bird, whispered secrets to me,
In their midst, I found my ease.
 
But as I grew, the scarlet mark intrigued,
A dark red mystery upon her breast.
In fleeting moments when it disappeared, perplexed,
Lost, searching for the one I loved best.
 
Mother's heart, a mystery veiled,
Beneath the cloth, her secrets lie,
The letter's weight, her spirit jailed,
Yet beneath it, I saw her sigh.
 
As time passed, I grew,
And the world beckoned beyond our gate,
With dreams and hopes, I journeyed,
Leaving behind my Hester's fate.
 
Through forests dense and rivers wide,
I sought my place, my truth, my own,
With each step, I felt Hester's stride,
In my veins, her courage shine.
 
Though scarlet shadows still lingered,
In the corners of my wandering mind,
I embraced the world, brave, undaunted,
By the letter that once defined.
 
Now as I stand on distant shores,
Reflecting on the path I've trod,
I carry with me, forevermore,
The essence of Hester, is the love of God.