The optimistic family, poem (138/365)

If two optimist
Created a family
Would positivity
Be buried in blood stream
Would future generations
Have only happy intentions
Would the children grow
Into adults who look only
For magical rainbows
Pep in their step
With no fear of today,
Or tomorrow
Just positive vibes
And thoughts of everyday possibilities
Ending with blessing
Great grand children
Who exude joy
Smiling and praising
The gift of life itself
If two optimist
Create a family
Will HOPE be hereditary
I believe so
Because I’m optimistic
I tell him
I just know

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