Nueva Esperanza
(New Hope)
Babies, like warm chocolate melt into your arms,
Ooze into your skin,
Seep into your heart.
Bare cribs;
Big eyes, longing for love;
Little arms, reaching out to “Mothers,”
who hold them; then walk away.
We can’t take them with us.
We can’t leave them behind.
Sensations linger.
Memories Haunt.
Where is the Hope?
Where is the Hope?
God is Love.
There is Hope!
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