Original Poem
By: Rebecca Nowack

Written: 3/3/03


Though family can be a blooming rose,
Upon the stem is always prickled thorns.
While swaying with the wind that gently blows,
A rose will punish those that which it scorns.

Their love is endless like the ocean blue,
Whose waters struggle, shifting with much strife,
The blue-green waves then shift to colors new
But what can give can also take a life.

Their choice is wind, as fleet as foot and strong
And one can never make them to agree.
With harsh and soft of breeze to keep from throngs
Still time then comes to make the children free.

Though family may come with many costs,
Without them I would be forever lost.


Rebecca Nowack
AIM: chaya311
"Logic is for those who cannot create their own realities."

Wendy: I had no idea all this was going on.
Dave: I did!
Wendy: (with heavy sarcasm) I'm sure you did. Resident genius and psychologist that you are.
(My favorite lines from I play I did.)