Hope Is...

Hope is a rose that grew from concrete,

a candle lit in the darkest abyss.

 

Hope is what wakes a mother

again and again all night

though she can’t see an end.

 

Hope is being down for the count

but not tapping out,

and doing what you have to do

to make it through a drought.

 

Hope is what puts a smile on a mother’s face

even after being put out of her place.

 

Hope is the miracle of life

that warms you in the bitter cold of night.

 

Hope is…

B.

Lia Venchi

Cool Breeze Art, Minneapolis, MN