Wait here, she said, I’ll be right back. <br />It was her first promise to me; <br />A small one, yes, but <br />She gave it, kept it; left and returned. <br />I smiled watching her saunter away, <br />Grinned as she seemed to gravitate back. <br />She gave me five more, <br />Each like the first, a tiny sparkling word <br />Brought to life in the keeping, <br />Planting in me a seed of hope, <br />Cast on rocky soil, but each took, <br />This one and the next one too, <br />And soon I hoped, and still I hope. <br />Since then she has surely placed <br />A million more, back to back, <br />Giving them first, then keeping them, <br />Until I wonder now whose hope this is: <br />Mine, because she gave it to me <br />Or in the keeping still hers?<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/promises-kept/
