Hopeful Children

Where there is Dream there is Hope!

There they are … tapping, dancing little feet

in sweet drops of silver water,

dreaming of controlling clouds as they

pretend to be colourful magical birds,

gliding across glittering skies.

 

Gently, rain falls on those smiling, innocent faces;

each move is so full of gracefulness;

all is forgotten for this moment …

no one can take their place.

 

But, where is gripping hurt, frigid tears from

yesterday, muffled echoes of growling empty

stomachs, sadness on mum’s face, affecting

uncertainty of better days?

Fractured whispering of cold wind in

sleepless nights; palpitating fear within

praying hearts; there is no hope!

Why should you revel?

 

Ohhh, but look at the silver drops of rain;

again, it washes away our pain.

Even if just for a moment,

we are one together -- with the rain.

Author's Note

Try to drive yourselves into this imaginary real life poem.
Photo by Rarindra Prakarsa

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Your poem is a form of homage for those wee children who suffer hard lives day after day.. whatever life throws at them. For the parents who can do nothing else but stand by, whether on filthy streets or in sterile wards - hopelessness is second to the sounds and sights of children laughing, making mockery of the dark around and inside them. You write superbly, sensitively and more. Kudos, dear friend and more.

[Silmara McGarry]

Indeed! Thank you ever so much dearest friend Emma, for reading and your lovely review🌸Have a splendid rest :-)

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Nature often brings hope to many and that release alone can make the difference,
and you have it here in your words with the lovely picture, too.

[Silmara McGarry]

You are so right, I also believe that to be true.
Thanks indeed, dear Josie ;-)

[Miss Sharon]

This is so beautiful and well written. I felt as though I were among the children playing without fear and WITH hope. Beautiful indeed. ~Sharon

[Silmara McGarry]

I am so very glad that you enjoy it...and was able to enter the imaginary with them.

Thank you so very much, dear Sharon ;-)

[Robert Haigh]

A well-crafted poem, with words to ponder!

[Silmara McGarry]

Many thanks indeed, dear Robert ;-)

[Lovecraft]

Great visuals of the innocence of children. When you are a child everything is sweeter, everything seems better...

Overall, the visuals, theme and the words painted a fine portrait. Good job, Sil! :)

[Silmara McGarry]

You are so right!

Thank you very much ;-)
:-)
Sil

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

That's the beauty of the season rain ☔. It can overcome the biggest pain even it's maybe for a while. Nice One Sil :)

[Silmara McGarry]

So true. Thank you SO much, dear :-)

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Your most welcome friend :)