Sprout
and grow up fresh
from the sawn down
power and vigor of our lives,
sprout green with hope
from the hardened stumps of dreams,
living where it seems there is no right to live,
making music in the hollow din,
dancing where the feet refuse to trudge,
Bold sprout of promise,
with that daring smile,
what returned you to life,
can nurture me.
Liz Ferguson OP