What Can Be More Hopeful
Newborns are born daily, still magical, enthralling us
With their kittenish mewing sound
snuggling into our fat shoulders
Pies, cakes, and pastries are made
by bakers at four a.m.
Humming as they work,
anticipating the happy excitement
of people who want a fresh donut at six.
Two-year-olds are laughing full out,
Seven-year-olds are asking for their own unicorns.
What can be more hopeful than that?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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