Hope dies last
© Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
I write letters to you, my daughter.
Every day a new letter, and perhaps the same,
I said in these letters almost everything,
And still, so much I have to say.
I love you you know do you remember?
I wanted to remind you, I'm waiting.
You are still as cold, as icicles,
And your heart is as hard as a rock .
I still have hope, thanks to this, I'm alive.
Without hope what is a life worth?
Someone once said so beautifully,
The hope dies last.
(pic from archive)
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