Just when I thought that what I was doing was trash.
And the feelings of pessimism lingered near,
when all seemed to be rash,
She showed up with a mind so rare.

I  know I still had the kit,
Tho lying in places I couldn’t envisage
she did find the many bits,
As though she were a sage.

Urging me to pack them up,
Pointing towards the sign of hope for me,...