Chapter 3: Generational Pack

To My DaughterWords: 702

I was born by the river

as a child of the careless waves

crashing into the end of the world

with wide eyes

and lions pacing around me

that would roar until the moon came up

and possessed so such strength

that I was forced to move from place to place

and encountered tribes of different breeds

threatened by the lions I sought to succeed

But still unable to find a pack of my own

and with no more rocks left to turn

I returned home

to the roaring lions

and the careless waters,

where I grew sharp teeth of my own

in hopes to protect you

from lions like them,

you were born by the river

as a child of the careless waves

crashing into the end of the world

with wide eyes

and my sharp teeth for protection.