Embroidery of Hope

peacockWhat was it I hoped for–
a sixteen year old
who was usually more interested
in volleyball than sewing–

when I French-knotted
salmon flowers and
stitched royal blue and lime
into a flowing peacock’s tail?

Was I thinking of a handsome husband
and happily ever after,
of a houseful of giggling girls
and Gerber baby boys?

I’m sure I didn’t imagine
sleepless nights with a critically ill baby
or what we would do
when my husband lost his job.

I also never envisioned
the thrill of twin grandchildren
jumping up and down by the window,
shouting, “Grandma’s here!”

I had a vague idea of my
hoped-for love and life,
but not an inkling of the
down-and-dirty daily press.

Now, the regal peacock reminds me
that my forever is still in the making,
and thanks to sacred covenants,
I should continue embroidering hope.

February’s Hope

Heaps of graying snow,
like piles of unwashed laundry,
line driveways and medians.
Permanent ice bumps
jolt inattentive drivers.
Slowly shrinking snowmen
guard our neighbor’s yard.

Naked, brittle trees
give no hint of nascent spring—

But today the sun is shining!

Not even a crocus peeks out
from its covering of snow.

But today the sun is shining!

(Note: A big thanks to Jenny Emery Davidson for taking the snow picture in Hailey, Idaho. This poem was written in the very cold winter weather of February 2008 when we thought the snow would never go. This year we haven’t had enough snow in Twin Falls to make a snow bank.)