Hope is the voice that calms
Like a breeze dancing through palms
One can only trust on hope
For a future void of woes
Hope is Mother’s soothing, wrinkly hands
Like one’s feet on smooth, pristine sand
It is a book with soft poetry that rhyme
Eloquent and so refined
Hope is the lemonade that quenches a thirst
Sweet and refreshing during summers
A caring face in a sea of foes
A portrait that causes you to glow
Hope is patience and endurance
Two elements in a hero’s experience
Where one works in silence while on fire
Embracing trials to emerge a winner
Hope is the Internet coming through
When it’s been offline for so long, it’s cruel
One can finally send money
Spread good news by notifying family
Hope is a flame in the darkness
A beam that births ultimate happiness
In those weary and soaked in fear
And to those forever mocked and jeered
Hope is the marvelous message
That one’s life has been offered a bridge
To pass on to a place of good fortune
And will no longer be locked in a dungeon
Hope is the whole wide Earth
Commemorating an end to a curse
That has burdened mankind forever
I do pray and hope that this is near.
Hope is what it is.
A bearer of goodness and bliss.
This is to honor her with love and praise
A lifeline for the prisoner of life's unfair ways.