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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