Thursday, February 14, 2013

Of Mending and Tending



 

Her hands were rough
With the toil of love
Of tending, mending
Home and heart

His body was lean
Raising a large family
Drained more than
Pockets and bank accounts

…as we thrived
Never knowing need at all
Not because of things
But because of love

© Janet Martin

True love teaches in its tending
For there will always be fences,
clothes and hearts
In need of mending

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