We Hope And Wait

This is a poem dedicated to my Papa for inspiring me to write poetry, when I was just 19 years old...Love and miss you Papa.



Is there beyond the silent night, an endless day?

Is death a door that leads to light, we can not say?

The tongueless secret, locked in faith

We do not know,We hope and wait.



Is there beyond the busy day, a peaceful night?

Is life a path of right and wrong, along the way?

The love of freedom, in its own rights,

We do not know,We hope and wait.



We hope and wait, to see what each new day brings,

We don't know how or why...

We listen as each new bird sings

Watching as they spread their wings to fly..



Like our children, as they grow,

They need to learn what they need to know.

To survive the life out there,

And to let them know, that we still care,

We do not know,We hope and wait...