Hope

Reading Michelle Obama’s book “Becoming” I remember hope. I remember feeling like things could get better. That the US might do something about climate change. That various social justice causes could advance. That wages might raise and little people might be better off. Lately it’s been a struggle to hold on to that remembered hope, but we must. We must.

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “hope.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Hope”

  1. She finally gave up hope. Too many years and too many tears spent worrying about the situation. This is how it is going to be. Things will not improve. Each year he is physically more fragile and his memory becomes worse. She has to be grateful that he can live at home. As it is, she always seems to be driving him to a medical or dental appointment or to the hospital to have his blood drawn. It seems so long ago when she could curl up with a good book and have some time for herself. She can’t leave him alone and meet one of her friends for lunch. She always has to doublecheck things. Has he remembered to shut the gas stove off? Did he close the cellar door? It’s endless and she seems to be fatigued all the time.

  2. What goes down
    comes up
    what goes round
    comes around

    What keeps the
    old clock ticking
    what keeps the
    heart beating

    A sheep bleating
    A mind thinking
    A hand tinkering
    My mom knitting

    At 76 , she knits and knits
    for neighbours and grand kids
    For strangers and family
    for kin , kith and all merrily

    joints frozen with arthritis
    immovable wrists
    uncontrollable bladder
    She grows older and younger

    woollen socks , mufflers
    cardigans and sweaters
    She has decided she must give
    of her gift , freely , be alive

    On hope she thrives
    On thanks she survives
    While others await futilely
    She knits furiously

    Making her hands work
    While her legs do not
    She has abundant hope
    and has found pluck
    in Two needles and a
    ball of yarn.

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