#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed,
Yet the heart is flooded.

She sinks out of sight ,
Bare eyes see not,
Painful smile,
With stuttered word
She turned grey a decade,
Fed us a rainbow,
No rain soon,
To wet her dried soul.

© prudence