October Blog 2019

Hope

 

Is holding a butterfly in your fist

Hope is cherry-picking words

A taste on the tongue like a miracle

Hope is making deals with your God

A breath held waiting for morning

Hope is a teardrop

The last touch of a life well lived

Hope is saying the words I love you

Now . . . Tomorrow . . . Forever

Hope is writing a poem in the middle of the night

Hope

Is unclasping your fist to watch the butterfly soar