chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Persistent Hope
Hope follows me like a little brother. pesky, persistent allows no escape no silence in despair thumbs freckled nose at the shadow of death sings despite darkness off key, unrelenting I cannot escape. Thank you, hope
3 comments:
Good poem. Hope is a nice shadow to have.
Awwww, I like very much picturing "Hope" as the pesky little brother!
Lovely, Victoria.
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