Hopeful
by Makenzie Hill (age 15)
When you come home,
Your place is filled,
The forgotten bed is no longer empty,
Even the paint welcomes you in.
Things set aside, long ago,
Your favorite sweater,
Beat up shoes,
They all rediscover meaning,
Something they thought they’d never lose.
Only a few weeks’ time gets whisked away,
Feels like it’s only been one day.
The clock strikes noon, it’s time to go,
I hope you’ll be back,
I really hope so.
About the Poet
Makenzie Hill is an aspiring author that loves spending time outdoors. In her free time she enjoys reading, writing, and playing soccer.
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Artwork: A Wiltshire Cottage by Helen Allingham. Public Domain. Original from the Minneapolis Institute of Art.
