Best Motherhope Poems
Hello mommie, just wanted to drop you a line,
And let you know that I’m doing real fine.
Mommie if I’d still been with you I would have been ten today,
But I understand sometimes things happen, and that’s okay.
There are really a lot of us like me here and Jesus says we are special to Him,
Did you know my name was suppose to be Tim?
Mommie, do you ever miss me?
I sure miss you and hope that someday each other we will both get to see.
Mommie, do I have any brothers or sisters, gosh I sure hope so.
Did you ever tell them about me, I sure hope they know?
Mommie, Jesus says you cry a lot because of what you did and you always seem so blue,
But He says you were real young and scared and didn’t know what else to do.
Mommie, He says I need to forgive you but I already had,
He just smiled and rubbed my head and said I know Timmy and I am very glad.
Mommie I don’t think I’ll send you this letter I’ll just put it with the rest that I wrote,
But mommie I do love you and with that I will close this note.
Love Your Son, Timmy
Why do you like to be hurt?
Do you crave the pain?
Do you think it's going to get better?
Or maybe you just hope it will.
Why do you like to be hurt?
Do you like to sleep next to harm?
Do you think he actually loves you?
Or maybe you just hope he will.
Why do you like to be hurt?
Can't you see he causes the pain?
Can't you see it's never going to be the same?
Or maybe you just hope it will.
Still waiting for
the wish I made upon a sun,
my feet grow sore
grow sore
from all the standing that I've done.
Where could it be,
the hope that fell from night so far?
My dreams plague me
plague me
with visions of a broken star.
I wake next morn
in puddles of depressing sweat.
My faith had worn
had worn
away like sand, all gold and wet.
Was it a lie?
I asked my mom, cascading tears.
"Trust not the sky;
the sky,
unlike a fountain, disappears."
"I'll take you there,
a place where there is always hope,
no stars to share
to share
with other kids and wishing-folk."
She said she would
take me to wish at spouting spring.
And there she stood;
she stood
to watch my earnest will take wing.
My hope in hand,
I close my eyes with wish to make,
for here I stand;
I stand
to toss that hope into the lake.
Oh silver circle tossed in blue,
make what I most desire true!