Yes I hope for you

  Wherever you are, whatever
you think of me, I am still me.

   Guidance and happiness is pursued
hopefully attained.

   Sun shines bright and warm
acrosss my face. Sweet morning dew
frizzes my red hair.

   Awakened to hold onto the love
shown. No longer am I empty. Gather
the deep breaths and exhale ever so slow.

   Gentle is the morning air. Crisp, fresh
but not harsh. My eyes open and
a smile spreads across my pale,
freckled cheeks.

   Ah a memory of long ago flashes
before me. I was hoping for your happiness,
your love. The day after, I cried
but remembered all was for the best.

   My yawn explodes throughout my
body. I tremble stretching my limbs.
Preparing for an early morning walk.

   To talk, to listen, to enjoy the
beauty of nature that Jehovah gave
me.

   Yes I still wonder about a hope,
about possibilities. Even you, but
not what, not where - just praying
    for your hopes to become reality.