#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,

Without a word or a nay,

She earns her daily bread,

Not a tear does she shed,

Her strength belies her small frame,

belittled against her higher claims,

her calloused hands wipe away at counters,

hold lines of hardwork that stretch across her palms,

her wisdom carries out in every melody,

that carrers past her mouth as a remedy,

her bravery trudges with her in every step in the alley,

faced with dangerous elements without...