Poem # 8 for tomorrow April 8th - Maryanna's challenge keeps on going.

Poem # 8

Esther

Esther weaved a basket

for the children who watched.

Her nimble fingers took care

to intertwine the straw.

Each one told a story;

each one held a dream.

Esther tilled the soil,

planted the seeds deep

in the ground.

She watched, waited

and nurtured their growth.

Esther  gazed upon the blossoms

and reveled in their joy.

One by one they opened

new life, new hope.

Esther filled the basket.