This poem was written for my mother, to be read at a graduation for school counselors. It was meant to reiterate the importance of the seminars they had attended, and their purpose towards those who are young and may be lost.
today is born a part,
of a whole
to help fill in the hole,
in our humanity
a hope to the dusk
and darkness
of them among us
a seed to be planted,
among them
a seed of hope,
to bring to life
the reason for being
a hand held out,
to those in despair
a whisper, one of hope
so that they may rise with the dawn,
shed their despair,
and start living again
having found that delicate thread
they had lost,
in the cruel labyrinth,
that is life
and therefore,
we may smile
as we know we are:
the part
the hope
the seed
and the hand
at the dawn of life
today is born a part,
of a whole
to help fill in the hole,
in our humanity
a hope to the dusk
and darkness
of them among us
a seed to be planted,
among them
a seed of hope,
to bring to life
the reason for being
a hand held out,
to those in despair
a whisper, one of hope
so that they may rise with the dawn,
shed their despair,
and start living again
having found that delicate thread
they had lost,
in the cruel labyrinth,
that is life
and therefore,
we may smile
as we know we are:
the part
the hope
the seed
and the hand
at the dawn of life
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