Given Hope

Hold on to the lace.

Don't let go of that memory.

Never forget that face.

Hold on to the gift of glory.

Feel the grass tickle your nose.

Listen to the breeze.

Let the music sleep ever so close.

Let the sun awaken your moning haze.

The dandelions hug your arms.

The clouds make a blue and white sky.

The clovers follow gentle charm.

So glorious it makes you want to cry.

Reviews

[xxxHailieyxxx]

yor totally right I'd written this poem a long time ago as a school progect and I decided to dig it up again. It really speaks to me.

[Constance Payne]

Hope is a beautiful gift we give ourselves each day as we work toward are dreams; even if they are simply dreams of awakening in a field of flowers.