Hope
Sometimes hope sneaks up on you.
You see it just in the corner of your eye,
hear it in the voice of a child,
or smell it in cinnamon soaked pine cones in the seasonal section of Wal-mart.
It's not what you expected.
It takes you off guard.
But when it shows itself,
your heart skips a beat and
you get goosebumps up and down your arms.
It reminds you of things you miss.
Like cookies, toddlers, and Aunt Carol that gave you a full glass of Pepsi when you were five.
It's fizzy and fuzzy and isn't afraid to be held or given with dirty hands.
Hope is everywhere, but can only be seen from the corner of your eye.
I'm thankful for those corners of hope.
Copyright T.L. Eastman 2008
Dedicated to Aunt Carol Rain who passed away December 4th, 2008
Comments
Tara
T
Thank you.
That was well received.
*hugs*
Hugs back @ you!
T