For Wesley

 This poem is dedicated to Wesley Axtell, my 500th page viewer and my dear friend. <3

For Wesley.
a kid once thought nice,
turned creepy.
sometimes a good brother,
sometimes bad.
sometimes needing to hold his tongue.
But Wesley, oh Wesley.
His intentions are well
and his arms always open for a hug,
with an open ear waiting to hear
whenever a sister needs to ramble.
Wesley, dear Wesley.
can be evil, but usually ok,
with hands as soft as silk
and bleeds easily,
but yet he takes it well
and never gets mad.
how we love him,
how we love our dear
Papa Wes.