On Wolf Packs
I was invited to a wedding. A friends’ wedding and was not able to come because I was still sick of my booster shot. So I just pulled up my wits and wrote this short poem for them.
“Someone now holds your hand,
Wherever you go, whereever life takes you,
He is there for you as you are there for him,
The road both of you will take will never always be sunny, nor gray, nor stormy,
The most important thing is that you are no longer alone,
You will not laugh alone, sing alone, pray alone, nor cry alone.
Because like wolves, now you have a “pack” of your own.”
For @ju from Maidab