Hope springs eternal

Grandson, Brody

Hope is the push
that opens the door
Hope is the step
into the unknown
Hope is the pull 
from grief to relief

Hope is a trickle of water 
from a drought dry spring
Hope is a candle
in a windowsill
Hope is the word
that lifts doubt from despair

Hope is the seedling
fighting to bloom
Hope is a baby
the essence of maybe
Hope is the dream 
of what we can be

Hope is a mirage,
a shimmering image
a flame without fire,
a burning desire
Hope is a bill
you don’t have to pay

Hope is a thief
in a bright, shiny suit
selling big money schemes
while stealing your dreams
Hope has no limit
No last stop, no terminal

Hope springs eternal