Hope is a little girl in red pigtails,

flitting ahead of weary motherhood,

inviting flight into crisp blue bird bath of

joy.

Alighting long enough for plump morsels of life.

until branches offers new heights of perspective.

“Up here she tweets”, bouncing excitedly.

Calling me from the security of nesting, to explore

what hope scouts ahead.

 

 

 

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