(This painting was created by my three-year old grand-daughter's palm prints. It brings to mind every parent's hope for a child's future.)
Of many colours, hues, and shades,
a child's future is made,
in it our hope is found.
Warm tints of happiness may fill its days,
cold shades of sadness may come its way,
yet will our hope abound.
In bright red times of joy and cheer,
when fresh green chuckles and laughter we hear,
great heights our hope attains.
In dark blue times of worry and care,
when heavy deep purple burdens we bear,
unchanged our hope remains.
Tho' months be darkened by war and strife
or years be shadowed by sufferings in life
our hope will still prevail.
Whatever the colour, strong, or mild,
be it pretty and sweet, or ugly and wild,
our hope will never fail.
A Parent's Hope — by Huang Bing Yao
Fri 24Jun22 1046 hrs GMT+8
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