#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed
her favourite place is her bed
with her dreams or un awakeness
she fights to be free and to keep her eyes so she can see
i take it you think shes , me.
she is
and here i be
we can sit together over tea
my old mother used to say
i say,...