Hold Out
By Nordette N. Adams
Each day slips into darkness like dwindled hope
when a child loves street life
too much.
Each night settles on the city with a mother's prayers
for wayward babes who think they know
enough.
Each prayer rises to Heaven's ear until faith
falls away like the day
as dust.
If you seek a child who's lost his way,
hold fast to hope, hold faster faith.
You must.
© 2010 Nordette N. Adams
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