A Glimmer of Hope

Watch what you give me

Don’t give me a scrape of cloth

because I’ll make a dress.

Don’t give me a stick

because I’ll make a bonfire.

Don’t give me a straw

because I’ll make it into gold.

To you they might seem nothing

but when you give them to me they become hope.

I only need a glimmer of hope to make a fire.

So watch what you give me

because  I make dust into mountains.

By: Theresa Lazt