What is hope, Mama? Well, little one - She's a very old tree with wobbly, old knees. She's broken some branches and lost a few leaves. She stands through the wind and she dances in rain. She has felt every bit of discomfort and pain. She's not very tidy, she's messy but fierce, She won't hide from her feelings or hold back her tears. She's a small evergreen or a mighty oak, swaying. But one thing is certain, she's built out of staying. ~ ullie-kaye @ulliekayepoetry







