Sunday, August 15, 2010

Hope

Hope

It seems so long ago
The hurt as real as yesterday

If only the memories would go away
But most are too beautiful to let go

His little blonde head I see so clearly
If he'd only turn around and flash me his grin

The anger, the hurt, the tears
The intruders that never ask to come in

Stripped naked of all that is known
Left only that which is unseen...hope


3 comments:

Heather said...

Beautiful.

Michele said...

I thought you said you didn't understand poetry. ;-) love you. {{{{{hugs}}}}}}

Nan said...

So beautiful.