Hope

 

The young sapling

quivers under the weight

of the young robins song

luring me to the backyard 

of my daily life

that has become routine

 

For smell of April’s moist 

earth reaches my nostrils

and travels welcomely

to my tired lungs

filling them with hope 

thus promise of life 

 

Renewed in faith

as my rubber boots

smile with each step

leaving behind embossed

footprints of assurance

for others to follow

 

Blue skies reflect

this path I’ve chosen

an exclamation mark

that claims its reward

confirmation of expectation 

heavens embrace my prayers

KJS

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Footprints of the Past

Her childhood heart left behind

Through tears she waves goodbye,

Her youthful soul that once held life

Is barren a dessert achingly dry.

 

Left behind are roads of dreams

Crushed by others mistakes,

The sadness strays from soul to heart

The weight of sorrow it steals, it takes!

 

Kindred spirits have turned to dust

The walls built are made of stone,

She reaches for a strand of hope

Too find she stands alone.

 

For in the miles she sees no future

Craved answers concealed from her soul,

Others convictions now tear at her heart

There is no room just a gaping hole!

 

Shards of happiness hold together

Gathered treasures small but few,

The memory bank that is penniless

She prays one day will be renewed!

 

KathyJSnow©

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