“From The Beginning”
Hope came to me like an,
Innocent childhood love,
Matured into a bright faced,
Representation of growth,
Stepping up to a podium,
To tell the world,
How he overcame his tortured past.
Hope killed sad assumptions,
In the form of surprisingly sweet poetry,
Written by the seemingly rough & rugged.
Hope touched my heart,
In the gentle smallness,
Of a baby bracelet heart-bell charm,
On a preciously small chain,
That I quickly combined with another chain,
So that I could wear it on my left wrist,
Closest to my heart.
Carried on a cool breeze,
Hope kissed my cheek in reminder,
That a promise is not forgotten,
Just you made better for it.
Hope is everywhere,
But recognized by hearts,
Who choose to keenly call upon it.
~Thoughts of a Dreamer~
©Mary Spotted Eagle Woman Roberts