#WritcoPoemPrompt25

She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed.

Yet within her, a universe thrives,
Dreams and hopes that her heart contrives.
A silent strength that defies the norm,
A quiet fire that keeps her warm.

Her hands may be calloused, but they hold grace,
Planting seeds...