A poem from the heart.
Would you give me a double jogging stroller so that I can teach my children the importance of exercising. That I can help neighbors come together and become friends. That I can train my body, my mind, and my spirit for a worthy cause. Would you grant a dream, when it other wise is just a wish of my heart?
Would you give me a home so that I can stabilize my family’s gypsy life. So that I can offer rest to the weary traveler, worn and foot sore. So that I can teach my children the importance of serving others, sharing what we have been blessed with. Would you share in an opportunity to bless lives of more than just myself and my family?
Would you give me an easle that I may paint of the joys of life, not the sorrows. That I may capture the light from my windows and give it wings, that it dies not in my home, but reaches others who seek it. That I can teach my children about the sun, the moon, and the stars of night. That I can use a talent that I have been given, that I may no longer be ashamed. Would you help a struggling artist gain a voice?
Would you give me a balloon that I may let it go. Let the balloon fly up in the sky for all to see, the brightness and beauty so often forgotten. Let the balloon offer hope that rises above the darkness and gloom. Let the balloon be a symbol of childhood innocence that should never be taken away. Would you give me a balloon to give to the world?
Would you give me some food which I can give back. Which food can feed a poor family suffering and hungry. Which can give life, and comfort, ease pain and tears. which I can teach my children never to waste that which someone would eat. Which food is small, but becomes large in compare to nothing, and empty, and starving. Would you give me some food to feed the poor?
Would you give me a heart much bigger than mine. For my heart is selffish, and hurtful, and bad. It needs to be loving and caring and kind. It needs to be happy, and helpful, and such. That I can teach my children that love is stronger than anything on earth. I need a new heart for mine if breaking, for though I want things to make life easier, others want things just to make life, keep life, and live.
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