Her Tools

She left her tools out on the lawn,
Her gloves lay on the new-turned earth;
She left them for another home:
Another passageway to birth

She holds so steady now, and strong,
In fields that need more touch than flair —
Her tools are out there still, but she
Has gone beyond all need
Or care

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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