Anne Morgan

Hope - Poem by Anne Morgan

Hope is watching the sun rise
A new day dawning

The smell of a newborn
Snuggled in his mother’s arms

Hope is Spring time
When flowers bloom

And the pitter patter of raindrops
On the parched desert planes


Hope is the taste of rice
To a starving child

Hope is the touch of a hand
When you have lost your way

Hope is a candle in the dark
The sweet smell of a rose
A shooting star

Hope is a lighthouse
For ships at sea

Hope is your friends
And your family

Comments about Hope by Anne Morgan

  • Rookie Ranjit Ravindran (10/18/2009 12:07:00 PM)

    wow..liked it...
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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 22, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 18, 2009

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