her name

soceity knows her as hope;
to her father she is fragile
and precious.
to her mother she is curious
and 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 wrong

no 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 learn

wrong is not a word to her yet
i wish for this...
no words, no rights or wrongs
just experiences,
experiences

and hope