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
clothes and hearts
In need of mending
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