My hand traces letters
that will build the scene
for hope.

It was you that installed
my ability for hope.

Learning was an endless
journey
to which I never grew tired
or weary.

Your hands held
the weight of my world
in their palms.

All of the joys in this world
were gifts
from you.

Smiles seen for miles
lighting the darkest
chasms.

Hope came from you.

A most precious
gift.