My mothers heart, captivated by unique and priceless love.
Memories held of soft, sweet baby hair.
The first born of my wild pack.
Fearlessly dreaming ; his imagination weaves, as fantasy and reality blur.
The sensitive soul is thinly veiled by a tongue in cheek toughness.
A bad ass? He smiles with twinkling eyes, shattering the facade.
A heart full of nobility and passion; unselfish and generous to cohorts and clan.
The devotion to wife and child leave me breathless with pride.
Tender yet constant; blunt yet thoughtful.
He is comfortable and familiar,
My son, Brandon.
Your praise, criticism, corrections and/or suggestions are welcomed and appreciated. I can’t grow if I’m blind to the truth.