As far back as I can remember, my
mother has called me "an old soul."
I never understood. But now that our family has
dwindled to just Mom and us kids, I've grown
into a man. You do what you have to. “David, dig deep,”
is the whisper in my ear. So I stand strong like
a tree my baby brothers can lean on. I try to be the
raft that helps carry them over this life's rough rivers.
Does the shape stay the same throughout? Are there patterns? Are any lines significantly different from the other