One more Gift, by Karen Borrell

A strange plant in our yard,

My husband said, “It’s a weed!”

It smelled to me like tomato
I said, “The wind blew us a seed.”

Afraid to pull another plant,

He let the green leaves grow
In friendly soil it grew quite tall
Small blooms began to show.

He began to daily check the plant,

Give it water and tie support.
Soon green fruit began to appear
Although the time seemed short.

Now full, bright red and ripe

Juicy warm from the sun,
I wonder how such a miracle
Came so sweetly to my tongue!