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.