Lone Wolf Howling at the Moon

Born in Hayward California, the second born son. I was ment to try to “fill” the son lost in an auto accident at a young age of three.

I never even knew about the older brother I did not know about until near the age of 17. 

I often hear the spirit whispering the answer to the question, “What nationality are you?”

The “spirit in me” replies, ” I am of many Nations.”  

No use trying to explain, as “they” do not want the real answer. 

I know I am of American Indian blood by means of a DNA test. I know not which Tribe I belonged to. Not accepted by the whites and not able to speak Spanish.  

My wife, she left me and, my children are gone too. 

Alone in this phase of life, I felt the spirit name of Lone Wolf (because I am alone). Howing at the Moon. (because I cry-out, like a wolf howling for his mate)