Hope—Every Moment counts
Hop is the hop in your step
The awe in button snaps
The green of snow peas
The brown dirt in palm crevices.
Hope is when you smile
Even though you fail.
When you fall and scrape you knee.
Hope isn’t just imagined
It is a core belief
That every moment counts
It is the second hand
That moves the hour
The ding of the grandfather clock.
Hope is resilience
A kiss blown in the air.
Let me know what you hope for. You can find me at http://www.abberolnick.com
