Little bee said Esther her voice choked with emotion I love you 2
Esther was brave I was just little I was afraid of everything especially of dying I didn’t even know anyone who’d died You hold it said Esther while I dig it a little grave I hid my hands You’re scared she said rolling her eyes Bees can sting I answered It’s dead stupid said Esther
I can write things I said I can write a poem about how horrible death is She harrumphed and went to get a spade some seeds that would grow into blue flowers and a cigar box for a coffin We took the secret path to the secret clearing 4
