Folding in the lips and face,
A crumpled vision of divine grace,
First-air cry of fear and rage,
The moment forever set the stage,
You play upon.
Strong in will, tender in heart,
A teasing sprite from the very start,
An inner drive to test the love,
And know who you are a part of.
You play among.
Your words now flow, a joyful stream,
That pass through our protective seems,
Your every joy, your every sorrow,
Cuts us quick to the very marrow.
You play with us.
The pain you suffer in saving face,
Will be for you — a lifelong waste,
For when your smile infects your pride,
And your very soul opens up wide,
We play together.
A strong wolf cub you remain,
Fierce and loyal are your refrain,
Ever wanting to be fully grown,
We ever hoping the seeds are sown,
To play forever,
With you.
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