My angel of hope
Lays there and
Stares up at me
With her eyes the
Blue of the ocean
Delicate fingers
Grasp and stretch
For my attention
Pleading to be touched
And with a smile that
Could melt the
frozen wastelands
For i have
Longed for these
Moments and with
Her, there will
Always be hope
A contest entry
- Child/Children Contest by songstress80.
900 points, ended November 20, 24 entries
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Comments
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yes indeed, this is a very tenderly written piece. even though i like the title "hope", i was kinda thinking that maybe "angel of hope" might be a better title for this beautiful and inspiring piece. it's just a thought, either way it is a great write. our children as infants always yearn to be held, to be touched, to just have been adored. they love it when you make such a huge fuss over them. i think they sometimes think it's funny...lol! and yes, my son is like that too. he especially has the same power to melt the coldest of hearts and not have a single person not like him. i hope that is a trait that will follow him throughout his life.
i especially love the way you closed your poem. it is a very excellently worded ending:
"For i have
Longed for these
Moments and with
Her, there will
Always be hope"
i guess lots of us believe that our children are the hope of the world. or maybe just our hope that they will be able to do things better than we ourselves did.
thanks for entering my first contest and good luck!
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I love this so much! Very tenderly written... and beautifully captured. You're amazing
Very well done indeed!
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