His muscles strain
As the raised axe falls
Chopping wood
To warm our home.
Through face shadowed
with the years of work,
I feel his kindness
Like it was yesterday.
He took me in, while I was lost
To work for food and board
I worked the day, masking pain
From his watchful eyes.
A broken vase, I was
With cracks showcased
I had no place to be
For no one wanted me
No place was safe
As the quietness of him.
Glad was I, for his silence.
He asked no questions,
Expected no answers,
His eyes willed me strength
He wiped my tears
Alone, I fought my fears,
Or so I thought
Until it became a habit
To have him around.
He treated me right
Unaware of my plight.
That was years ago,
When I couldnt smile.
Here, in the now,
My heart is warm
We have each other
Taking what each could give
As long as we live.
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