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!
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!