Hope's blog: "Poem not titled."

LIFE AGAIN A FLOWER GROWS. THE WIND BLOWS. A PETAL FLYS AWAY ON THE WIND. THE SNOW FALL. THE WIND IS COLD. THE FLOWERS STORY HAS BEEN TOLD. THE SUN SHINES. THE BIRDS SING. LIFE BEGINS AGAIN. THE FLOWER GROWS. THE WIND BLOWS. THE PETAL FLYS AWAY IN THE WIND. LIFE BEGINS AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN.

IT'S MY LIFE I WANT TO RUN. I WANT TO HIDE. I WANT THE WORLD TO STOP AND PRAY. THE NOISE,THE FIGHTS,THE PAIN IN LIFE. IS MORE THAN I CAN STAND IN ONE DAY. THERE'S BOMBING,KILLING,DRUGS AND WAR. MAKES ME WONDER WHAT I'M LIVING FOR. IF I WERE TO RUN AND HIDE. WOULD I SURVIVE? WHEN I DID COME OUT,WHO WOULD HAVE LIVED. WOULD YOU BE THERE?

COLOR ME WHAT COLOR AM I? COLOR ME FEELING. COLOR ME PAIN. COLOR ME SAD. COLOR ME GLAD. WHAT COLOR AM I? COLOR ME SIGHT. COLOR ME SOUND. COLOR ME A SOFT TOUCH. COLOR ME WHO I AM. COLOR ME RED. COLOR ME YELLOW. COLOR ME BLACK. COLOR ME WHITE. COLOR ME WHAT I AM. COLOR ME HUMAN!

I WONT LET HER MEMORY GO SHE DIED BEFORE I REACHED MY TEENS. SO MOST OF MY LIFE SHE HAS NEVER SEEN. EVEN THOUGH I WAS STILL A CHILD. I REMEMBER HER SOFT,WARM SMILE. SHE NEVER GOT TO SEE MY CHILDREN GROW. OR SEE THERE FACES ALL AGLOW. OH,BUT I KNOW SHE WOULD BE PROUD. TO SEE MY HAPPY LITTLE CROWD. MAY SHE REST IN PEACEFUL SLEEP. WITH ALL OF HER MEMORIES,I DEARLY KEEP. MY MOTHER,MY MOTHER,I LOVE HER SO. I WON'T EVER LET HER MEMORY GO.

Life is like sunshine glowing and brite. The flowres blooming all the night. the white fluffy clouds sailing by. The water blue as the sky. The september winds whistling away. The stars guilding us on our way. The mountains so majestic. So on top of the world. Where the angels sit and watch us from above.