I watch her toiling in the sun,
Her long day of chores has only begun.
Carrying bales of hay,
Plugging, cleaning, working come what may.
Her hair white as snow,
Her enthusiasm somehow,
continues to grow.
I watch her struggle and fall,
but standing up again, proud and tall.
Her face displays a smile so bright,
Unfazed by the falling night.
Though she seems so frail,
Her eyes shine so bright,
I know she will prevail.
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