On Dreams of Transformation

A Poem by AngelWords

I am persistently holding on to hope for my country.

On Dreams of Transformation

From the little house
'neath the steadfast guard
of a scopic oak
the warmest light
radiates.

At her bounteous core,
her pupa pulls from silk shelves
transcending words of
faith and freedom.

Belly full on buttery bread,
Its breath slows,
Its mind lulls,
It dreams of transformation.

Strangers welcomed,
Neighbors noticed,
Families nurtured,
Enemies diminished,
It is the best American dream.

Can she cling to her foundation
and resist the weathering winds?
Is she thick enough to last
until that precious moment
when her winged ward is ready to emerge?

Believing that is the essence of hope and change.