Hope

The little lonely girl sat by the window,
Watching the floating snow flakes outside.
Her eyes followed one particular flake
That resembled a tiny angel.
She reached out to grab the little flake
And then brought it inside.
But when she opened her tiny hand,
All she saw was a drop of water.

A single tear escaped her eye,
Her lips trembled.
She felt as though her hope was gone,
Along with the little angel.
She took out her coat, her scarf and her gloves,
And put them on, one by one.
Little drops of crystal tears trailed down her cheeks,
As sighs kept escaping her throat.

She stepped out of her house into the cold morning,
The blast of cool air taking her by surprise.
She started heading towards her favourite place,
The only place which gave her comfort- the park.
As the park loomed into view,
Her tears started drying up.
She sat on a bench with her chin in her hands,
Watching the other children play.

It was then that it happened- a tiny little miracle
That brought hope and happiness back into her life.
As she sat on the cold park bench,
Something fluttered down onto her lap.
She looked down to see what had settled there,
And uttered a cry of happiness.
The light seemed to come back into her eyes,
Her lips parted in a smile.
On her lap was a tiny leaf,
A tiny leaf that was shaped like an angel.


Many years later, she looks at the leaf,
Her lips parting in a smile.
She knows it was a gift from the Gods above,
A gift that brought hope back into her life.

-Rhea. B, 2006