Hopeful ChildrenA Poem by Silmara McGarryWhere there is Dream there is Hope!There they are … tapping, dancing little feet in sweet drops of silver water, dreaming of controlling clouds as they pretend to be colourful magical birds, gliding across glittering skies.
Gently, rain falls on those smiling, innocent faces; each move is so full of gracefulness; all is forgotten for this moment … no one can take their place.
But, where is gripping hurt, frigid tears from yesterday, muffled echoes of growling empty stomachs, sadness on mum’s face, affecting uncertainty of better days? Fractured whispering of cold wind in sleepless nights; palpitating fear within praying hearts; there is no hope! Why should you revel?
Ohhh, but look at the silver drops of rain; again, it washes away our pain. Even if just for a moment, we are one together -- with the rain. © 2023 Silmara McGarryAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSilmara McGarryInstagram: @sil_mcgarry, United KingdomAboutI often try to see the world with angels eyes... To leave people better then I found them, even if is just with a smile... I Love God above all... Simple love poems are my favourite... Most of wha.. more..Writing
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