My Dear Child,
Do you know what hope is?
It's magic and it's free.
It's not a prescription.
It's not in an IV.
It punctuates our laughter.
It sparkles in our tears.
It simmers under sorrows.
It dissipates our fears.
Do you know what hope is?
It's reaching past today.
It's dreaming of tomorrow.
It's trying a new way.
It's pushing past impossible.
It's pounding down the door.
It's questioning the answer.
It's always seeking more.
It' rumours of a break.
It's whispers of a cure.
A roller coaster ride.
Of remedies, unsure.
Do you know what hope is?
It's candy dor the soul.
It's perfume for the spirit.
To share it makes you whole.
Take my hand, little one,
Let's share this hope together!
Love,
GiGi Jean
4 comments:
Awesome poem!!!
What a fabulous grandma, mom, and little stud! Perfect poem! I know you always make the most of the situation....it'll all be okay. xo
What an amazing poem. We love you guys!
Thanks for sharing that!
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