Hour Twenty-Four Prompt: Hope
Children’s laughter reminds me of hope.
Graduation ceremonies promise hope.
Medical advances allow me hope.
My family gives me hope.
Genuine friends access hope.
I have to reciprocate because the alternative is doom.
Love still occurs.
Then a I hear a child’s contagious laughter and am recharged with a jolt of hope. DMW
Diane, I like how your poem begins and ends with laughter. So true! It is a sign of hope for me too. I also love that hope is an anecdote to “the alternative [of] doom”