sitting outside
waiting for her mom
for the last time this year
with
my second grade friend
and
fellow writer
and
i realized
how just far
she had come
when she
signed her own shirt
with
three words
a mighty powerful message
filled with
unlimited magic and possibility
and
a hint at
her future.
(this is hope. she is not me, but is an enthusiastic re-enactor)
—
went to the gym
on what
had to be
the most
hopeful day
of the entire year
january first
new year’s day
first day
of resolutions kept
the energy palpable
electricity in the air
and sweat
and
postive thinking
and vim
and vigor
(a crack team of synchronized re-enactors)
—
with enthusiasm
brimming over
and cheering
and
a shared
spirit
we all
worked hard
while we
watched the rose bowl parade together
and
celebrated
our own
new coach’s
long-awaited
return home
and
each of us
believed
and
hoped
for our
own reasons
that
this was
just
the beginning
of
wonderful changes
coming into
our lives
at least for this day.
—
hope is a waking dream.
– aristotle
—
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babies j, b and f
believe
waiting
and
hoping
for a glimpse
of santa
8 tiny reindeer
and
for
all
of
their wishes
to
come true.
clothing is optional.
—
all human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope.
-alexandre dumas
Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.
Bill Cosby
I didn't have my glasses on.... 