An Optimist's Promise

A raindrop fell upon my lip.
I licked it off to see if it
Would taste like honey,
As my mother said it would.

A snowflake lit upon my sleeve.
I watched it closely to perceive
It glisten like an angel's wing,
As my mother said it would.

A ray of sunshine sparked my tears.
I wondered then if it appeared
To shimmer smiles through to me,
As my mother said it would.

Now, raindrops on my tongue are sweet,
The snowflakes' message, clear,
And sunshine laughs out loud with me,
As my mother's always near.

~ Betty Dubecki Hochstrasser