#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 no ally,

her commitment shines with the sway of her mop,

the brushes dabbling hints of her harvests crop,

her patched dresses relives her ups and downs,

relinquishing in past tales of her encounter with the hounds,

her hair dangles back in the sweet summer embrace,

like the gentle wind that ripples through her with grace,

her starry eyes hold dreams of her own young ones,

helping them as they find their lost crown,

her fingers skim the lines of inky letters,

steadfast and straight as the truth that pesters,

her brain's cogs turn and whir,

speeding with great ideas with no smear,

the jewels within her are hidden,

behind the jaded appearance that's leaking.
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