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.