Tomorrow.
This daily mantra
gives him strength to continue.
Poor and struggling in the here and now,
his hands work for the future;
a dream that he holds
secretly
in his heart and mind.
A dream he gently touches
as he kneels in silent prayer by his
sleeping children in the dark.
Wiping tears, he says, Tomorrow.
An entry for Day 13, "Invalid Item"
Prompt: Open
Line Count: 13
Form: Called a Fox Septet (although it doesn't have 7 lines), I found this form used here by several poets. This poem has 13 lines with a structure of 3/5/7/9/7/5/3/5/7/9/7/5/3. Rhyme is not required.
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