Between February & April

A poem that captures the waiting, the fear, and the glimmer of hope:

Between February and April

Between the months, a shadowed line,
A place where hope and worry twine.
February waits with silent hands,
A parole vote no one commands.

He counts the days inside the walls,
SAP lessons echo through the halls.
Home already set, a promise made,
A bridge for dreams the law has laid.

Eight months behind, another gone,
Yet every sunrise carries on.
The board may nod, may pause, may weigh,
But paperwork and care pave the way.

April hums a quiet tune,
A door swings wide beneath the moon.
And in the space between the dates,
Love and fear negotiate their fates.

Hold the line, keep faith alive,
For every step, he’ll soon arrive.
Not certainty, but reason strong,
That what is hoped for may belong.