Hope
The pale colour of an exhausted day
The hush of twilight
To home they go
Mother and son, hand in hand
By the railway tracks
Under the bridge
On the grass-green land
They spread their mat
Lay down the rags.
Peace, a moment's peace
Calmed by scent of protection
He watches a lark seek its nest
Stars crowd the sky
The moon doors open to dreams
But hunger roars
He turns to the face of love
Eyes questioning.
Sitting face to face with night
Fistfuls of anger dissolve her mind
Rice that melts and a pinch of salt
Is all she gathered
They share, half full.
The winds howl
I am here she says
Warmth of trust she is
His entitlement
Her mind contemplating
I can neither be near nor far
Let today become obsolete yesterday
We are born and reborn again
Into the grace of hope
We will to live.
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