This wolf was once one who followed the pack. He saw his brothers do and so he did the same. When the howled, he howled. When they chased, he ran too. When they stopped to stare at the moon, he too would lift his head and gaze upon its brilliant light.
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Each day is a web that we weave
Patterns filled with color Or jagged lines that are in disarray All leading to a point when we lay our heads down And yet Yet we can not forget the past Those days in time that just couldn't last So where do we go from here To be stagnant or on the move Willing to spin and spin My web today is not what it was yesterday Nor can it be what it will be tomorrow Because each line is a choice and each web a design. As I write this short poem I am filled with many emotions. 7 years ago today, my son was born. On this very day my older brother got married. Joy and sorrow course through my veins. Confusion and discomfort converge in my heart. Noah, you deserve the very best. And I pray for you. I pray that God will give me the chance to right my wrongs. But I can't go back and change the past. I love you more than you could know. I hope that one day I will be able to display it. Happy 7th birthday Noah! |
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