A new poem marks with friendship, hope and fingers that curve…
I think that hope can help us rise about so many things – it gives us something to believe in, so unchangeable yet so close… I am deep in musings and full of thought.
And so the poem begins.
You wind your body around the finger of hope, with
So much determination that you leave indents on our
Friendship that I know I will never forget.
The rings you have built around us are thick with
Forgiveness, and our skin warms with hearts
That shine with smiles for one another.
This room of ours has walls full of framed memories,
Scenic lakes and hugs, taking fun turns running around
A tree that has more knots than our pasts.
Your silhouette curves so beautifully as
Your head holds high above what others whisper,
And you don’t mind their ears, as you pay attention to
The fingers that curve for hope and for the days of plenty.
I nod and remember.
©2013 Christy Birmingham