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POETRY
Hope Enough to Share
Poetry Sunday
I see hope in raindrops
and budding trees
in yellow daffodils
and puffy white clouds
I hold hope’s hand
as I walk to the park
with my grandson
I hear hope in laughter
as my fingers trace
the soft cheek
of my new granddaughter
I taste hope in a meal
prepared with love
and shared with family
I feel hope in the jab
of a vaccination
and in the eyes
of masked strangers
I see hope everywhere
so let’s you and me
each grab a piece
there’s hope enough to share
This poem is my last piece with . I simply can’t find words to express my thanks to , , and . PSILY has been my “go to” publication for the past two years and I’ll miss it dearly. ❤Thank you❤
Sydney Duke Richey writes from the heart. Inspired by everyday experiences, her poems, haiku and non-fiction come from a slice of her life.
Sydney lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband.