The Lion That Couldn’t Roar

Liam the lion grew up prince of his pride. His brother Leon was king. Leon was very ill and Liam helped with all the duties he could. He was not looking for gratitude. He just had the prides best interest at heart. He never let his disability stop him from doing what was best for his brother and those who counted on him. Liam was very respected in the jungle.

As a small lad I always told my parents I was going to be a librarian. Of course my parents thought this was cute because I always had a book in front of my face. Still young and in the third grade I was tasked by my teacher to write a short story. From that point on the writing bug took hold of me and never let go. From poetry to cards and everything in between I was now in an elite club. The path forward had highs and lows. In my early manhood I belonged to my county writer’s guild. When I met my wife I inundated her with so many poems the paper was used to build our first condo. At least it could have been. My dream has always been to see something I write on a shelf amongst friends. I’ve always been my worst critic and talked myself out of several opportunities towards my dream. Now I feel it’s time to move forward and with my daughter in full cheerleader mode I hold my head high and pencil higher.