Oil can in aged hand
The Tender slicks the gears
"They rust when they have sat awhile
Moistened by only tears."
"I'll get them working one at a time
Squeak and turn until they're smooth
Time, patience, no rush at all
They'll almost be like new."
We sit and watch his nimble hands
Abe and Nanna at my side
His confidence always near
His quiet way soothes our minds
february 25, 2009
It remains unfinished.
But, The Tender has his own blog. (*wink*)