Poem 8/4/18

Hope

Hope is a feather fallen from a bird

Hope is when you don’t need the expression to trust somebody’s word

Hope is every sunset you see from your front porch

Hope is when the best is farthest from being worst

Hope is the journal I keep under my bookcase

Hope is the painting that I made of the perfect man’s face

Hope is when the ice cream in your hand never falls below

Hope is when you came to stay and never want to go

Hope is where the lilacs fall over the grass

Hope is the street you ride down on your bike so fast

Hope is where you have the right to question what might come your way next

Hope is where you hide out under the stairs as your grandparents’ guest

Hope is where you find a spot in bed that is comfortable

Hope is where you sit and play Mario cart and feel wonderful

Hope is your role model, your favorite poet or writer

Hope is the girl scout leader who showed you how to put out a fire

Hope is your brother and sister, those who you grew up with

Hope is when your Dad says, Good job, not after a hit but after a miss

Hope is the person who you saw on tv in a dream

Hope is the angel that remains with the star, and you see from your window she beams

Hope is what I want to wake up to every day,

Hope is what will never fade for you, but for he, it may,

Hope is what you find at the top of the tree

When you climb it one day after school to make yourself feel free

Hope is your best friend’s house, where we put on the talent show

Hope is the barrette your mom puts in your hair, the shiny yellow bow

Hope is why life continues, it’s why we persevere

Hope cancels out hate, and even more, fear