Posted by Ann Lee on Thursday, November 10, 2016


“What is hope?”
the little girl asked,
trying hard not to mope
as we wait for dusk.

I said, hope is this:
Waiting for our fathers
return from the war;
And be the bearers
of their honorable scars

Hope is believing
in the nation’s strength;
Asking and praying
to save the lives of our men

Hope is waiting
for the rain to stop,
And see the bright sun
from the mountaintop.