What Hope Looks Like, or Ahava on the Porch

Last weekend, Ahava’s first time visiting us in the country, we prepared for her arrival by buying her supplies, and one of those chairs that swings. This small baby eight pounds big this child who eats and sleeps begins her life, and how ours changes because she is here.


We watch her carefully
we watch her as though
we are watching hope.
What hope looks like. What
is it we’re hoping for?
When Noah was a baby
twenty nine years ago
on the same porch
we discussed his life
Now he is a father has a job
beautiful wife they are
on the same porch
watching their child
we watch her too
as though we are
all watching hope.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. It was the calmness I noticed first and then how happy and safe Ahava was in Noah’ arms and she was dreaming lovely dreams and curiousity was just around the bend.

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