Sunday, 27 July 2014

Bent not broken.

Yet again, you're leaving. 
Mommy isn't very well today. 

I know. But I don't think I can stay.
We're to leave at times, they call it work, mumma calls it duty, I call it balance.

Like pa said, you should reassess. 
There's only some time we have left together.

We're all bound by things that don't exist.
I want to believe we're infinite, and that there are infinite togethernesses left.

I hope you know its growing.
She's weak, much weaker than before.

I'll be home every weekend.
I want to know she gets better each day.


P.S.
Hope is my drug of choice.


9 comments:

  1. Hope is my drug of choice too... it's a difficult one on to have...

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  2. Keep hoping, even if everything around you crumbles, hope is what keeps you going. But you know that, why am I even saying this :)

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  3. You know how poignant this was.
    We do live by Hoping that it all turns fine.

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  4. Hope is the glue God has given us. The permanent type, not Elmer's.

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  5. Hope is important and infectious. It makes others hopeful too. Beautiful piece! :)

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  6. My heart dipped in hope and out reading this. Lovely!

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  8. Hope accompanied with faith in goodness will help you get through a lot.

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