Hope Poem by Randy McClave

She told me that she lost hope
I asked her then how does she cope,
She told me does with sadness and tears
But, not with any more worries or regrets or fears.

Her days now have less stress
With no more arguing or bickering to confess,
And now when she goes to bed at night
She sleeps well, without a single fight.

Since she has denied hope
Seldom now does she complain or mope,
No more worries or burdens does she hold
She is now more secure, as I have been told.

She now has a new perspective on life
To being a better daughter, mother and wife,
With no more stored forms of conflict or aggression
And no more signs of sadness or depression.

Without hope she is now more wealthy
She is also more stable, and content, and healthy,
A day without hope she doesn't miss
But, her Hope is not a feeling, it is her Sis.

Randy L. McClave