brushstrokes of hope

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There’s a broken bike there
by the tired porch swing
where my dolly and me
have tea parties and sing.

Her timid eyes all the while
questioning
if they might find safety
in me.

Our eyes spoke
like silent thunder
how I longed to comfort her
this little girl.

Unable to see
angelic hands reaching
through brushstrokes of hope
and doors, so many

out
of
poverty
.

©KP

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