My Hope

My  Hope short poem

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My hope is a bird with bright-colored wings
My hope has the prettiest song a singer sings
My hope it is always there to comfort me
In my heart I know it always will be

Sometimes my hope is to me all that there is
My hope can be a source of sorrow or bliss
Some days I wake my hope shining bright
Other days I can’t escape the dark of the night

Some days I feel I’m stuck in quick sand deep
Other days my heart it wants only to weep
Sometimes in hope I can fly so high
Then there are times I want to let go, to die

But my hope is there buried deep in my heart
My hope, it survives though we are apart
Yes my hope, it is a bird caged, it is true
At times it can only remember the times it flew

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I am 58 years old. I have two grown children and 3 grand daughters. I am a widow I lost my husband after 32 years of marriage to cancer 5 years ago. It was the pain of that loss that made me turn to poetry. I write all kinds of poetry. My biggest occupation is finding an idea I can turn into a poem . I have written 1000 poems and still writing.
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