We speak of hope

to see you in flight.

 

Grandma says, Hope has no place

where conditions are sunshine.

 

She thrives amidst sorrow and grief,

drags her tired feet to a resting nest.

 

She protects our timid hearts

with armadillo coats

 

And summons courage that

rouses our great spirits.

 

A mouth of bellows

fanning flames for wounded

 

Wings to persist and fight

until we get home.