The Fan

I met a fan

I did not know I had.

 

She came to me

while I was sleeping

She told me she loved my poems

and works

And that they were very much worth keeping

 

She was all light and smiles

And told me how

My darkest poems had inspired her!

And she sent her baby

To where i lay

It walked over to me!

What a smile!

All lights and shines!

it lit up my soul!

 

The future is in such hands.

I held her for a moment

She smiled back up to me

Then I sent her back to her mother!

And they were gone.

 

I heard her in my heart.

We can do it if we try

We can transform this land

 

Indeed there are angels within, among us! Us!

We have to shine hope

We have to shine love.

We can learn to understand

Hope can spread through out this land

We have to be angels

To those we love.

 

That vision of that baby's smile

Is warmth that won't fade

I think it will warm us for a while

 

And that baby I saw

Will grow to a woman

Who, like her mother,

Will do wonderful things

With her smile.

Life won't be defeated

If we choose life!

Christopher Hartly Holte