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Hope
Hope
By: Savannah Hoyt
At
Nanny’s
house I can
hardly hear over
her breathing machine,
I feel my nose getting tingly trying
not to cry, I feel her soft hands on my face
promising me that everything will be okay,
the bitter taste of lost hope hits me like a train,
seeing her purple cheeks, red nose, not being able to
hug her right without hitting her new permanent necklace,
I just think back to when she didn’t have that tube down her throat,
the long nights we would spend together, those nights were like no other we would
spend hours laughing until our eyes got watery and our stomachs begged us to stop, those
are the nights I will remember instead of those nights at the hospital full of despair, the uplifting nights
are the nights that make our hope rush back like a stampede.