March 25

Hope

HOPE

I have hope

I have prayer

I believe what I need is

Definitely out there

I have heart

I have soul

I am smart

It takes its toll

I can almost breathe

Loosen the hold

My claws I sheath

I know I am too bold

I am in the moment

I hear birdsong

The sun’s ray sap me like a vent

But I still belong

It is a little after nine

I feel and look fine

I will not pine

For what cannot be mine.

~Charlotte Greer Slater

4.28.09

Posted March 25, 2020 by Charlotte Von Wolfle Greer in category "All of Charlotte's Poetry

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