Look what I found in my breakfast apple –
Maybe I’ll plant it by Momo’s grave. Her body will provide it with nourishment and the tree will provide nourishment for us.
Garlic and Lilac, Rudbeckia and Milkweed, Iris and Mallow and Potentilla too.
Sensitive Fern, Milkweed, Poppy, Figwort, and the name of the last one I forgot to jot down.
Here’s an Emily Dickinson Poem I always liked about hope:
“Hope is the thing with feathers”
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me
Here’s another “Hope” poem of a different sort:
Hope
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
Sometimes when I’m lonely,
Don’t know why,
Keep thinkin’ I won’t be lonely
By and by.
Wishing you a peaceful day full of hope.
coppsky 
Thank you for hope.
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