soceity knows her as
hope;
to her father she is
fragileand
precious.to her mother she is
curiousand
full of life.
to herself she is
unknown.she does
not know what she is good at
she does
not know how to spell
she does
not know nothing of herself
but what she does know
is that
she is who she is
and no one can say it is
right or
wrongno one can say whether it
is
good or bad.
i wish i could be like hope,
child like in a way that i could do no wrong.
do nothing other then
learnwrong is not a word to her yet
i wish for this...
no words, no rights or wrongs
just experiences,
experiences
and
hope