She carried hope in wicker baskets
Wrapped in burlap bows
Took nothing in thank you’s
Just cared enough to ease your woes
Piping hot bread wrapped in baking paper, strawberries plucked from the wine fields.
Dreams in bags of silver Possibilities held in corked jars
Anything your heart could need
Laid in a wicker basket of bountiful seeds.
Repayment made in the thankful eyes of hungry children
In the hearts of the unloved, now needed
In the smiles of all the faces
Within her travels of all these places.
Twigs bound to flame
Wax to melt the candles
Silver to line the pockets
Watching time on sunrises
Carrying water for the thirsty
In wicker baskets, tied with burlap bows,
from a woman who passed on hope