Hope After Winter
Wrongs
Blind me to the point of exhaustion
Hurt done to me, faults of my own
But then a hug,
A kindness, a voice opens
my eyes to the amazing
Family related by bonds not
blood. Stronger and more
caring than
that of DNA
Holding hands in
the hopeful glow
of the dogwood's small
pink blossoms
Remindig each other how
to open up and trust again in the returning
sun after winter leaves
us once
again
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