I received this poem from Dona back in August, 2001. It seems more beautiful to me each time I read it. - poetheart 12/30/01
Hope against fading hope
I want to believe, every waking thought
That nought but what I hope be true
But doubt will have its agonizing say
In the light of harsh reality and day
As silence pervades and with no word
Forthcoming from you yet heard
I wait, with patience born of need
Which need will bear me through
Till once again, or not, you speak
I know that life grasps with steely hands
And bands of responsibility's intention
And others' commands are precedent
Though from my own need I seek
Your presence and your heart
Nor do I yet depart from hope
I love you still, ever, till forever
I love you still, I love you still
Until the hour grows too late
For me, forever is too late
And so I wait.
by Dona Lou Pearson