Hannah the Humanitarian

Hannah the Humanitarian

Hannah is not quite an adult at seventeen.
Lately she's been pondering the unseen
-past her tiny pink bedroom and her tiny pink frames
-past her shiny pleather boots and her not so pleathery mane.

Hannah the humanitarian had a plan.
Hannah the humanitarian had a hefty, gigantic plan.
Gigantic, yet whole, her plan needed water.

Hannah’s mom asked, "where, when, why and how much to store? You're too young, naive, dependent and poor."
Hannah the humanitarian struck her hand to her hip, "oh ye of little faith! I saved 500 for this trip.”
Her lip quivered but her heart stayed firm.

Hannah was on her way, after winter term.
Hannah the humanitarian had a hefty, gigantic plan:

Habitat for humanity.