HopeA Poem by Pycpoet
Hope
Is it a word too late?
A word that is a step before and end
To give a false hope or to save intimacy between friends
The single word a doctor says for months of a loved ones life being insecure
Hope is to give faith to the faithless
Damn that word when you can’t quite promise your time to a child
For that child knows no definition but the simple phrases of “Yes we can” and “I love you.”
The word and feeling felt with your hands in your pocket listening for just some change
And all that is heard and felt is the word “hope,” and the trembling from within
As if that word itself has stabbed you as a knife, a word cutting you in two
Forget about its praises and its bright blaring light as if straight from the sun
Shadows truly lurk in that word, many mountains crossed in challenge
And only then when you can actually see a near to the end of a journey does that word apply
Why would you use such a word if you only knew it would be a final, a good-by?
I can see your heart now, I have made it across or through
Hope to see you very shortly, or hope you missed me too
A child is sick, a parent is sick or a friend
You wish them well, Hallmark says it would make amends
It’s just a word with no dreams attached to
And I hoped there was a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow looking through the car windshield
A mother is pregnant and for her first time
Does she dream about what her children will become?
Does she count the toes on her newborn child?
Did she pray that it will grow to be a healthy boy or girl?
Does she hope that her son will not be in prison long?
Or does she hope her fourth shot of whiskey will be as strong?
A child awakes in the morning
The sun is up and the TV switched on
The child doesn’t hope but knows that their favorite cartoons are on
And dad is at work, and mom is in bed
Hope is a word that our children use when they walk out the front door to “Hope” their friends can play
Gary A. Glasser
© 2008 PycpoetAuthor's Note
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Added on March 3, 2008 AuthorPycpoetDenver, COAboutI am Gary A. Glasser I have been writing musings and or prose over 20 years now. I might even write some poems, on occasion, purely by accident. Out of wit or wisdom, conflict or confession, I am wr.. more..Writing
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