Re-al-it
Tease
What once was
Is not
Any
More
The war
To try
And regain
San-it
Tease
Is just a whistle
In the wind
And yet we still cup
Palms around
The flame of
Hope
This is offered for Robert Brewer’s Poem a Day, to write about resistance, and Poetry Jam poetry jaam.blogspot.com where Alan asked us to write about flame. Still struggling with the harsh reality of my parents aging, the new need is meals delivered. My mom does for a CT scan tomorrow for dementia. It seems like the hits keep on coming, yet we hang onto hope that things will get better…wishing all good things to you.
The Scientist's Daughter 
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Ah, Sara, we have to keep that flame of hope alive. Sometimes it changes form, but it is always there if we look for it.
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Sometimes hope is the only thing we can hold on to. Wishing your mom all the best, Sara.
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“What once was / Is not / Any / More”…the most painful phase of life we’ve to go through but there’s that flame of hope that keeps us giving strength…nice take on the prompt…
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The flame of hope that must never go out, you really make this sing from the heart.
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That flame of hope can be comforting even when we know what the future holds. Both my parents were scientists and worked in the academic world and indeed I have seen so many brilliant stars fade and finally wink out. A difficult thing to see.
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Love the images of a whistle in the wind and cupped hands round a flame. It’s a struggle to find beauty in harsh realities, but always worth the effort, giving an extra dose of inner strength.
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